Like a virus needs a body
and soft tissue feeds on blood
someday I’ll find you – one day I’m there.
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh…
Like a mushroom on a tree trunk
as the protein transmutates;
I knock on your skin – and I am in.
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh…
The perfect match – you and me.
I adapt – contagious,
you open up – say welcome.
Like a flame that seeks explosives,
as gun powder needs a war,
I feast inside you – my host is you.
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh…
The perfect match – you and I.
You fail to resist
my crystalline charm – you do.
Like a virus – patient hunter,
I’m waiting for you, I’m starving for you.
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh…
My sweet adversary,
my sweet adversary,
my sweet adversary…