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