my days dissolve like smoke
billowing up from the char in my bones
and every kind of thing that I’ve held
to be truly significant is blurring as well

now it seems that I’ve got a fever
that’s trying to control my brain
and I think I need a Wilder Pathogen
to keep it at bay
a mutation comprised
of a primal and vicious grace
replicating itself until it’s the blood in my veins

my nights ignite like pyres
in memory of all the failures I ride
and sleep is just a dream I desire
when the gleam of my worrying
is burning my eyes
and it seems that I’ve got a fever
that’s trying to control my brain
and I think I need a Wilder Pathogen
to keep it at bay
a mutation comprised
of a primal and vicious grace
replicating itself until it’s the blood in my veins

and i need a Love to replace
the derision i hide
from every shade of Brilliance
that You breathe into life
oh, and i need a Love
to commandeer the breath in my lungs
to invade my heart and brain
and tame my tongue

yeah, I’ve got a fever
that’s trying to control my brain
but I think I found a Wilder Pathogen
to keep it at bay
it’s a mutation comprised
of a primal and vicious grace
replicating itself until it cannot be contained