Bee Swarm Simulator Ringtones

Insectine man, carnivore. The shape of us, the conduct of flies All-consuming swarm in inconspicuous disguise Bloodseeking, parasitic. Ecstatically tracing decay Thriving in the glow that death emits, the warm perfume it radiates Revolting conformity. Hive mind unity Excitedly their madness grind, aroused by vile ambition At the sickly sweet promise of decomposition Deliriously ingesting. Liquefied ruin absorbed Innocence devoured by the elated horde They are us, let's not even pretend Aroused and frenzied they scurry, encircling death A vile swarm awaiting the final breath Myriad eyes visualizing the end Blackened skies. Rabid heavens descend On the bereft, unforgivingly Precious life debased. Our dipteran legacy embraced Crack the shell. Ascend the sky Rise, extend your palpitating wings Crack the shell. Ascend the sky Fly you disgraceful wretched things

Resurrecting my dormant pain My cursed indefinite suffering Breeding sorrow to all in my wake This sickness won't die I still long for my grave Conceived in misery Bastard-born and laid to rest Rotting flesh draped upon my carcass Dreams of pestilence seared to my flesh Relentless angel of affliction The ghostly harbinger, bringer of death Cleanse this vile disease Condemned Torment My corpse to rot as a memory Condemned Torment Mouthful of pills, no remedy Damned to my misery Waiting to bury me Crestfallen Trapped in my malady Numb to the touch Cleanse this vile disease Cleanse this vile disease Cleanse me Breeding sorrow to all in my wake This sickness won't die I still long for my grave Mentally crucified within my destiny Eternity screaming at me I still long for my grave Condemned Cursed to this pain Torment I still long for my grave Cleanse my disease Condemned Torment My corpse to rot as a memory Condemned Torment Mouthful of pills, no remedy End me End me End me End me End me End me End me

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