作词 : Jakobson | |
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 |
zuo ci : Jakobson | |
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 |
zuò cí : Jakobson | |
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 |