GCTA is
My favorite DNA chain
Selected sequence, hence
Let me live my impure vanities.
This is my aim, you said, this is my aim.
Yet, we don't know whether
To transmit the perfect code with our choice
Or let the fate will take
All the bad black leaves away,
Let me ask, let me ask,
Let me ask one thing: will my son, will my son
Survive to this race?
GCTA is
My damned DNA chain
The sickness will quench my soul.
I see (thousands of) flies in my eyes:
It could be the envy, could be the grudge.
Still we don't know whether
To transmit the perfect code with our choice
Or let the fate will fake,
All the black leaves die in wintertime.
So tell me one more thing: will my son, will my son
Survive to my disease?
Sparkling scotoma