Testo Swarm Initial State
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
a vision of hell I had as a child and the droning sounds
of progress begin to resemble more and more
the coming of an endless locust swarm.
