[Intro : Spoken word over energetic guitar feedback and a building drum roll] (Yo! Check the mic!) We ain't alive, but we here! We technically don't exist until we touch you! (Gross!) Listen up, biology class! It's time to replicate! (One, two, three, SNEEZE!) [Verse 1 : Fast-paced rhythmic delivery with punchy bass line and quirky synth stabs] I’m floating through the air, looking for a venue A specific receptor, yeah, I’m looking at you (Hey host!) I ain't got a job, I got no energy I need to crash on your couch for eternity (Mooch!) I’m unlocking the door, tricking the guard The membrane is breaching, this isn't hard I drop the coat, get naked in the room (So scandalous!) Injecting my code, impending doom! [Pre-Chorus : Rising tension with glittery keyboard arpeggios and clap track] I’m a microscopic freeloader, the ultimate star I don't drive the van, I just hijack the car! (Beep beep!) [Chorus : Explosive pop-rock anthem with harmonized gang vocals and crashing cymbals] We going viral! (Achoo!) Infecting the spiral! (Bless you!) Top of the charts in your respiratory tract Taking over the world, that’s a biological fact! We going viral! (So sick!) It’s a pandemic pick! (Click click!) Don’t forget to subscribe to my DNA We’re ruining your whole entire day! [Verse 2 : Funky bass groove with glitchy sound effects simulating reprogramming] Now I’m inside, look at me go Hey Ribosome! (What?) Run the copier, bro! I ain't making proteins, that’s beneath my station I’m the CEO of this operation (Boss moves!) Print my parts! Assemble the fleet! Make a billion copies on the repeat If you make a mistake, we call it a mutation It helps me dodge the cops at the station! (Police brutality!) [Bridge : Halftime breakdown with orchestral hits and dramatic spoken word] Stop the beat! (Record scratch) Did you know? (Did you know?) If you lined up every virus on Earth end to end They would stretch two hundred million light years into space! (That’s a lot of space!) And I still can’t get a text back! (Burn!) Back to the assembly line! [Guitar Solo : Manic, high-pitched shredding that sounds like a cartoon chase scene] [Verse 3 : Accelerating tempo with frantic drumming and escalating vocals] The club is getting full, the walls are shaking All my little clones are baking! We used up your snacks, we ate all your food Now we gotta bounce, don't mean to be rude (See ya!) The pressure is building, we’re ready to tour Burst through the wall, kick down the door! [Outro : Chaotic finale with popping sound effects and massive gang vocal shouts] Lysis! (Pop!) Lysis! (Pop!) Sorry about your cell, it exploded! (My bad!) We out here! Catch us if you can! (Wash your hands!) This is a viral so-aaa-aaa-aaa-CHOO! (Ew, you got it on me.)
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