Nasum - The Black Swarm - Sözleri

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

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