Texty: Morning Again. Remedy.

you've seen the statistics rise. felt the death 'neath your feet. blood stains your white collar, as you spend my last dollar claiming to search for a cure that's long been known. this deepest secret burns you with guilt, as millions waste away to preserve your lie. you'll sit by and watch a world die, for the upper hand in biological warfare. life is your lie aids is your lie. your eyes gleam at the power with which this virus executes. the beauty of life is lost, as you refuse to weigh the cost, and all we can do is wait for you to reveal the remedy. now you will tell us now, or we will tear you down.