Permeating every room, your presence settles quick
But sometimes if I tarry long the air becomes too thick
I know it when I place my hands before my sallow face
That your contagion enters as I memorize your taste
Shuffle, stir but don't react, you'll propagate a sound
And make your body visible to all of those around
The consequence for such a thing will only prove the dread
That living in a world of you makes everybody dead