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...