Breeders (Silence 4)

I'm growing seed in a haystack I give it a splash of green It's not the sun It's not the water There's something more to make me live And I breed and I can't feel but sap tears when I'm cut off I'm a living gnat Mating and flying We're two but seem one Like a siamese kind of thing Or if I was propped in to a mirror And I may not even feel but I drop blood tears, I stole from beings 'cause' I'm only here for reproduction so that my coded information is passed On and on and on an I can have a glimpse at immortality