The very last I knew of you-
there was a flash,
and then two of you.
And then the two of you
bore more upon more of you,
'till the swarm of you produced a sickening hum.
And the hum wove itself into the fabric of my days...
And the hum wove itself into the fabric of my days.

My every living molecule became a perfect copy of itself.
The feedback loop that it created bore down upon me.
stirringÂ…
was it only for want of just one kind word?
was it only for want of just one kind word?

The last I knew of you
there was a a flash,
and then there was none of you...

All our teeth are falling out
i got nothing to tell you on the telephone.
White gasses hiss from me;
black smoke coughs from your propped jaws.
My tv has the plague!
My tv has the plague!