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]