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