Front Line

As the world spins around, as the bullets cross the chest

As the soul begins to rise, as the voice of pain weakens out

With the strength of your command, the front line begins to move

Pull the trigger, light a cigar

Aim the target, disperse the ergot

Save the babies, kill the elders

Fly back and die as your army moves on

They will find a way to kill you

Even if you endure all this torture

Earth will find a way to linger and linger

Even if you provoke all this torture

Heaven send us peace, we beg you

Then our fingers squeeze all the bombs

Front line moves on ahead towards death

And our hands hold us down to the ground

Down to the ground

Front line