Texty:
Front Line Assembly

"Had a bad childhood? We can fix it. Re-sculpt your memory, shorten your perception of. Why not?" "Oh my God!" Feeling like a ??? Severing from this

A mission from hell was sent out today To search and destroy, and blow them all away Forbidding is the planet No one will return Their lives are expendable

Faces of a thousand people The sickness in their mind is real We fight and struggle to survive This cultured way of suicide This faith is real The betrayal

Through waves they shift Below they hide Corporate killers Side by side Process this signal Final post Global defiance No hope for most In form of liquid

into a sleep Your pulse grows weak This form we live in Is a fragile creation This euphoric sensation Is liquid separation A flashback occurs Right in front

So strange is the feeling Sinking down below Caught in the current By the undertow Silence now is falling So quiet is the rage Gasping for another breath

So Complex In His Behavior Crowded Into A Hole Racial Incoherence Nowhere Left to Go Misery: Is Unforgiving He Struggles From Within He Roams The Human

On to On to the mindfield Into Into the hole Chemical Chemical cauldron Location Still unknown Out of the tunnel, into the light World destruction,

Rows and rows of crosses Standing in the sand Statues of the fallen Watching over this land The tombs of unknown soldiers Lay tilted in decay Another