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, killing each other
We've almost reached certain doom
Parasites, parasites
Parasites, parasites
Parasites, parasites
Parasites, parasites
