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, you do
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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WOW! Getting the chills while listening to this song. It's a Hyperballad in the making. A new Bjork classic. WOW. Just. WOW.
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