Woorden: Front Line Assembly. Civilization. Fragmented.

Pushed to the edge
We drive, we drive a wedge
Of hate and fear, don't shed a tear

No one to trust
This life, this life's a bust
This hand of greed, we need to feed

Can't stop the bleeding
These wounds aren't healing
Who wants to live for another day
Skies are graying who is praying

Paralysis of self injection
Mortal coil no protection
Disagree spineless sea
Hypocracy will set you free

In the end we all bend
No more time to change your mind
Two by two we'll march through
In the end you'll die too

Can't stop the bleeding
These wounds aren't healing
Who wants to live for another day
Skies are graying who is praying

Can't stop the bleeding
These wounds aren't healing
Who wants to live for another day
Skies are graying who is praying