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