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