The Swarm

                                  Catch fire just like a living disease

Unholy desire a world on it's knees

Our burning minds they are ridden of hope

In a dreaming utopia dead on dope



A generation of obscenities

We have lost our faith in our own creativity

What is evil, but good

Tortured by it's own hunger and thirst?



The living end

The dwarfed soul of man

The living end



The sweetest of lies it's embrace so warm

So void of life one with the promised swarm

Our burning minds they are ridden of hope

In a dreaming utopia dead on dope



A generation of obscenities

Our ignorance will be the end of humanity

A dead nation under one dead god



The living end

The dwarfed soul of man

The living end



Written in napalm over genetic wastelands

We move on, our fate is to die by our own hand

A dead nation under one dead god

What is evil, but good

Tortured by it's own hunger and thirst?