Killing me Softly

Strumming my pain with his papers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his gene

Killing me softly with his gene

Wasting my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his gene

I heard he had a good gene,

I heard he had a guile

And so, I came to see him,

To listen for a while

And there he was, this young boy, 

a stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his papers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his gene

Killing me softly with his gene

Wasting my whole life with his words 

Killing me softly with his gene

I felt all flushed with fever,

embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he'd found my data,

and showed each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish, 

but he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his papers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his gene

Killing me softly with his gene

Wasting my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his gene

Strumming my pain with his papers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his gene

Killing me softly with his gene

Wasting my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his gene