Word Is the Virus

Have you heard what they are saying there’s this rumour going round
'Bout how the folks in Pontypool all got together in a crowd
And they went herding down on Drum Street they were murmuring real loud
And they were grabbing on to people trying to climb into their mouths

Don’t say it out loud

Word is the virus

Yeah, apparently this sickness, well, it’s spread when people talk
And it messes with their heads and it affects the way they walk
It’s like their software is corrupted and they’re in this fucked up state
And their thinking’s all retarded and their minds are full of hate

Hear the evil
Speak the evil

Paranoia
There’s something in the air
Messianic
Hermeneutic of despair
The truth is out there