At The Gates - The Swarm - Studio lyrics

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 dape 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 its own hunger and thirst?