This is a song about "Infections"

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Stagnant while infections regress the intentions,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Because i am not equal, but medieval. illegal lethal weapons leave infections

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits