[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