Iodine

It's collateral, it's enough to ward them off
Tip your noses up, cheers to the scornful scoffs
Oh, one percent, it's enough to make you sick
A blueprint for torture, a mixture
So potent, so rich

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

Now drink it down, the water you need
(Drink it down babe)
Trust me, it's pure, it's perfect
It's 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

The river, it flows
Miles and years away
A welcomed pandemic, the poison
May go as it may
You sold yourself short, couldn't fight it
It invades
They've got their hold, they've got it

I will be your Iodine
Your filter, make you clean
We both know they fed you lies
And a false sense of pride beneath

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