You are an insect egg in the delicious food
Like enemy spies infiltrating the intestines
You're lurking like spy number two
Hidden so deep in the enemy's belly
But in this lifetime
You won't even meet in person
Tata Sugar won't let you meet again
Like the cleaning in May
The sewer will take you to the place of reincarnation
Like the execution in October
In theory you should be regarded as kindred spirits
But strangely you both hate each other
Mutual disclosure
There is a relationship that cannot be defined
You are both enemies and friends not old friends