"The Swarm" lyrics
(originally by At The Gates)
Catch fire just like a living disease
Unholy desire. A world on its 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 its own hunger and thirst?
The living end
The dwarfed soul of man
The living end
The sweetest of lies. Its 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 its own hunger and thirst?
Unholy desire. A world on its 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 its own hunger and thirst?
The living end
The dwarfed soul of man
The living end
The sweetest of lies. Its 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 its own hunger and thirst?
