Uploaded August 2009 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago

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R.I.P

Lyrics : [The Black Swarm]

Excessive cleansing
Washing away the blood
from your shaking hands

Coughing up filth
It's like nothing is clean when
your mind still is dirty

The swarm is near...

Panic's rising by a buzzing sound
Pushes you into states of regression
A black swarm piercing through your skin
Flying high with flies

Sick, turning sicker
It creeps on you,
but that's nothing new

Finally realizing
What we've always known,
that you're the bug

The swarm is here...

Panic's rising by a buzzing sound
Pushes you into states of regression
A black swarm piercing through your skin
Flying high with flies

Flying high with flies

Sick, turning sicker, turning sick, fucking sick

[Sixteen]

Try to purify
The well of dirty lies
Overflown with deadly sins

An attempt to pacify
With orders to comply
A calm breeze before it all begins

Often wonder why
The don't realize
Why they think I'm in their way

Leave my throne behind
Take on my empty shadows
As I finally - finally - fall from grace

A society without grief
An order with no time for mourning !