The T-Virus
In time I’m hopin’ this rhyme is dopin’ you
Like silicon twistin’ with energy distant
A crippling tool - crumbles this stumbling race
Watch this whack mutation trace the roots of what you’d like to call communication
It’s a black plague facing a biological foundation
Words are my weapons if you’re steppin’ in my ring
I know it stings I’m your four alarm fire
Your wire is severed - this line should be connected
Draining on my power - when you’re shit goes unconnected
I know your infected
I keep my lungs protected
Ideas projected, reflected, I’m rejected
My respect is wrecked - and I’m charged with malice
When I check your palace your temple is stale
Rusted chain mail keeps your spores inside
You should confide for healing, breathing your feelings, expanding the ceiling, on what we could be
Now what I see is a brain hungry zombie sleeping next to me

Chorus
I see a bite mark - - a SCAB!!
A flesh wound - - Damn!!
Another friend - - Lost!!
The living dead walk
Why can’t you see that the living dead walk?

My spirit is queasy it’s not so easy
To connect to a server with power and stability
Fuck humility - I can feel my ability
I slip when I’m alone - tripping on the phone
Nobody’s home (man)… a signal I roam for
I modify my clone while you poison the host
I gather my ghost to explore the mansion
Control the expansion on my umbrella of hate
I live for the day when total strangers relate
I contemplate with illusions of grandeur
Feel my motor purr ‘cause my motor is pure
Subdue this skeleton - destroy this nemesis
Undo this guardian who’s the goddess of genesis
Got maps and treasures - tools and weapons
Magic feathers and tomes of pleasures
Got keys and codes to erode your clothes
Where do you suppose I find the lock for you to speak?
Can you tweak your tongue and let me see who you are?
Before I break that rusty lock buried underneath your scars

I spy with my mind’s eye – a disease that you deny
I fly high Untyin’ Lost Souls before they die
Like ice attacks cracks I attack with facts - on logical gaps
Relax the tax and wax the scratch that decorates your pride
Hidden deep inside no thoughts collide your thoughts have died before they found your mouth
Like the South pole frozen - opinions posin’ intentionally chosen to ignore this son (sun)
Somehow fooled that you can talk and listen
Have I mentioned my condition? I don’t hear your dissin’ words if I fear your missin gears
With no mission to escape your tapes hissin’ my playback - eat my feedback!
You dance with lies and its no surprise
You never open your eyes when your swallowing flies
I’ll keep my compromise while you vacate my premises
I hate you for not feelin’ the loss of our benefits