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