Parasite - Metz

I get the feeling when the day is getting late

I hear the sound of heavy breathing rising from the sewer grate

I hear the bastards

I hear the bastards

I hear the bastards

They’re coming faster again

I feel them drift like sand

I say I feel them drift like sand

I hear the bastards

I hear the bastards

Got no compassion

I hear the bastards again

Why so many faces in the crowd?

Why so many lost and never found?

I hear the

I hear the

I hear the

I hear the bastards

I hear the bastards

They’re coming faster

I hear the bastards

I hear the

I hear the

I hear the

I hear the

Again

Why so many faces in the crowd?