(Music/lyrics: Anders)
Excessive cleansing
Washing away the blood
from your shaking hands
Coughing up filth
It`s like nothing is clean when
your mind still is dirty
The swarm is near...
Panic`s rising by a buzzing sound
Pushes you into states of regression
A black swarm piercing through your skin
Flying high with flies
Sick, turning sicker
It creeps on you,
but that`s nothing new
Finally realizing
What we`ve always known,
that you`re the bug
The swarm is here...
Panic`s rising by a buzzing sound
Pushes you into states of regression
A black swarm piercing through your skin
Flying high with flies
Flying high with flies
Sick, turning sicker, turning sick, fucking sick