It Swarms - Mouth Of The Architect

It swarms around me like wildfire.

It waits beyond meaning.

This hoard of hate and teeth.

You can’t see the hand that hold you.

Silent and still.

You’ll never find a way to escape yourself.

It swarms around me like wildfire.

Letting go of everything.

Our skin will fall away but the spark will remain.

A slave to it

And the world moves on.

Never to receive… Never to return

A slave to it all.

And the world moves on.