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