Swarm Lyrics
untouched by civilization's hand. Try as we might to peerthrough the folds of the death grip. The overwhelminghuman tide surging forward smothering everything thatour twisted minds cannot justify as worthy enoughto take a place in this lie we call progress.Scourge! Scourge! Scourge! Scourge!Unwilling to let in the sun unable to escape what's beendone and our towers built like open wounds on the landthat as each day passes begins to more and more resemblea vision of hell I had as a child and the droning soundsof progress begin to resemble more and morethe coming of an endless locust swarm.
Initial State Swarm
