Trailing the freeways like ants and roaches, headed towards the nest
The earth is a rotting corpse, hesitate to infest Parasites, killing the very air we breathe
Parasites, too much rebirth of disease
Like a disease on a dying body Killing the air we breathe A step away from the prophecy
Consuming every resource until there's nothing left Polluting the earth and killing eachother
We've almost reached certain doom
Parasites [x8]