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