[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