歌词
Envy!
Stuck on one's soul as vile as parasite
Came as a dot and swelling up heavily
Unconsciously swallow crystal clear mind
Rot and decayed over the years
Losing control
Begging for the cure
Losing control
Fuck!
Crawling and rolling to death
Instead of recover the worst it become
Possessed by the hatred and all evil tendencies
The cure is been there and always be there
Restraint!
Self control is the antidote
That could restore the presence of mind
Ripped off the evil nasty parasites
Tesuscitate the rotten soul
Don't lose control