The Black Swarm Lyrics - 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