Insects, a hundred million insects!

Insects, a hundred million insects are crawling in your system through your veins

Feel them, appreciate their presence, there’s nothing like them gliding on your chest

Wash your hands all over cause they’ll soon be back again

Triggered by your self-denial, feeding on your nerves

I can see your faith and devotion

Instinct, what if you followed instinct and let the fu**ers spawn and spawn again?

Nonsense, no doubt that would be nonsense, but they’ve already conquered all that’s left

Hiding gets you nowhere, that’s exactly why they’re there

Triggered by your self-denial, feeding on your nerves

I can see your faith and devotion

Shadows forming in your head

Insects crawling on your chest

Read between the lines, you know they’ll soon be back again

Haunt you till the day that you decide to face yourself

I can see your faith and devotion (to them)