They carry it inside them Sleeper cell of a viral kind The spread pattern is out of hand Waning chances of aversion All control is lost by noon Yet they still do not know Covert is the contagion Irreversible the infliction In the way of science, you were so sure That for this creation, you made no cure A swansong for the epitaph Carved to stone, as you laugh Neural by its nature Chemical synapses transmit the flaw Propagate the behavior war Enslaved to the virus we are No vaccine to prevent it all As a devised doom ensnares the world Perfection with a poison hold and by your actions we shall fold For the deed you commited A fitting reward is in store As the day of days goes on by You reach the eclipse of your own time