Like a virus needs a body As soft tissue feeds on blood Some day I'll find you, the urge is here Like a mushroom on a tree trunk As the protein transmutates I knock on your skin, and I am in The perfect match, you and me I adapt, contagious You open up, say welcome Like a flame that seeks explosives As gunpowder needs a war I feast inside you, my host is you The perfect match, you and I You fail to resist My crystalline charm Like a virus, patient hunter I'm waiting for you, I'm starving for you My sweet adversary My sweet adversary My sweet adversary
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