| 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 |