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There's a huge danger
spawned in the deepest halls of hell.
Hidden since the dawn of time,
restlessly leaving a deadly trail.

It's been with us since we remember,
following humans everywhere.
Spreading like some kind of sickness.
There was nothing it would spare.

Has no remorse.
No useless feels.
Doesn't look back.
Only hunger sees.
There is no cure.
No red stop sign.
It's finished only when
there's nothing left to dine.

Virus, never goes away.
Virus, killing all in it's way.
Virus, leading like a star.
Virus, making us who we are.

Staying in one place
until it's drained of all it's life.
Then swiftly moves elsewhere
and staines again it's knife.

Countless descendants,
cause fucking is so much fun.
Enlarges the demand,
soon the resources are done.

Still finding time
to fight with each other.
Somehow forgets
it's killing its brother.
Destroying harmony
of the living organism.
Spitting on the grave
of long burried darwinism.

Virus, never goes away.
Virus, killing all in it's way.
Virus, leading like a star.
Virus, making us who we are.

Destroy anothers and build there its own.
Soon get bored, and relocate the throne.
Pity for the dead, never is shown.
Devour this corpse, down to the bone.

But what happens, when the body is bed.
What does a virus do, when it's out of it's bread.
Where does it go, when there's nowhere to spread.
When does it realise, that it's ending up dead.

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