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. 
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)