Swarm – Initial State

untouched by civilization’s hand. Try as we might to peer
through the folds of the death grip. The overwhelming
human tide surging forward smothering everything that
our twisted minds cannot justify as worthy enough
to take a place in this lie we call progress.

Scourge! Scourge! Scourge! Scourge!

Unwilling to let in the sun unable to escape what’s been
done and our towers built like open wounds on the land
that as each day passes begins to more and more resemble

Lyric Swarm – Initial State