The Black Swarm - Nasum

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