Lyric The Black Swarm

(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