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 each other.
We've almost reached certain doom.
Parasites...

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