[Verse 1]
It's collateral
It's enough to ward them off
Tip your noses up
Cheers to the scornful scoffs
A one percent
It's enough to make you sick
A blueprint for torture
A mixture so potent, so rich

[Bridge]
Is that the love you want to give?
A mix made up of somber, scornful thoughts
On a sober whim

[Verse 2]
Now drink it down
The water you need
Trust me it's pure it's perfect
Its straight from the stream
Now the bovine infected
And parasites nestled in
They've got their hold
They've got their hold, they've got it

[Verse 3]
The rivers it flows
Miles and years away
A welcomed pandemic
The poison it goes as it may
You sold yourself short
Couldn't fight it, it invades
They got their hold
They’ve got it
[Chorus]
I will be your Iodine
Your filter, make you clean
We both know they fed you lies
And this false sense of pride beneath

[Outro]
I will wash away the stream
And I will wash your feet
A mandatum of hopeful dreams
A liturgy of hopeful peace