The Anti-virus

Yuh Stop the presses! something has crawled out of this hole Our new life begins on a not so familiar note quit running around like you own this town Before too long your face will hit the ground Beg for mercy! only our ears can hear you Beg for mercy! but its already too late İts makes no difference to me, he''ll never hear your god damn plea The thoughts of you have been few and far between But this time around there is no cure for our disease The times have shown they are so easily blinded So take this for what its worth You can think of me, when your lungs start to bleed The image of you, tossing and turning in your sleep Tossing in your sleep [chorus] Beg beg youll be begging for it