| Song | Parasite |
| Artist | Fear Of Domination |
| Album | Distorted Delusions |
| It speaks to me | |
| In golden tongues | |
| Willing to give itself to me | |
| If I’m ready to pay the price | |
| Waking up something hidden | |
| Something primitive | |
| Something scary | |
| Or maybe even real | |
| Waking up something hidden | |
| Something primitive | |
| Something scary | |
| I fear it is real | |
| But the cake was a lie | |
| All way long | |
| The will is being ripped | |
| By a nightmare | |
| Feel how it drains the life away | |
| Everything’s shared as long as it | |
| Just comes from me | |
| You’re a parasite in me | |
| You live because of me | |
| You’re a parasite in me | |
| You live and breathe from me | |
| Can’t get away from it | |
| Can’t turn away from it | |
| Next you find yourself letting it in | |
| And without hesitation it will poison your will | |
| The claws stick hard and roots grow deep | |
| It promises to give all your dreams | |
| Next to nothing you will be | |
| Just a host until you decease | |
| You’re a parasite in me | |
| You live because of me | |
| You’re a parasite in me | |
| You live and breathe from me | |
| What will become and what will be | |
| Left of me when the story ends | |
| What will become and what will be | |
| Left to tell by the morning light |
| It speaks to me | |
| In golden tongues | |
| Willing to give itself to me | |
| If I' m ready to pay the price | |
| Waking up something hidden | |
| Something primitive | |
| Something scary | |
| Or maybe even real | |
| Waking up something hidden | |
| Something primitive | |
| Something scary | |
| I fear it is real | |
| But the cake was a lie | |
| All way long | |
| The will is being ripped | |
| By a nightmare | |
| Feel how it drains the life away | |
| Everything' s shared as long as it | |
| Just comes from me | |
| You' re a parasite in me | |
| You live because of me | |
| You' re a parasite in me | |
| You live and breathe from me | |
| Can' t get away from it | |
| Can' t turn away from it | |
| Next you find yourself letting it in | |
| And without hesitation it will poison your will | |
| The claws stick hard and roots grow deep | |
| It promises to give all your dreams | |
| Next to nothing you will be | |
| Just a host until you decease | |
| You' re a parasite in me | |
| You live because of me | |
| You' re a parasite in me | |
| You live and breathe from me | |
| What will become and what will be | |
| Left of me when the story ends | |
| What will become and what will be | |
| Left to tell by the morning light |