Sangtekst: Front Line Assembly. The Initial Command (Oppression Breeds Violence). State.
Jesus...had days like this
Cyborgs - cybernetic organisms...
Machines with living human tissue and programmed to destroy
The silence is deafening
Regression hangs in the air
A motionless world sits waiting
For new codes
A war of technology
Threatens to ignite
Digital murder
The language of machines
Mesmerised by a decade of faith
Flowers and remorse
A fading vision lost in time
Tragedy on course
Synthetic conspiracy
Masters of the human race
The mind now knows
New levels of fear
Implanted brain cells
Control is gone
We seem to believe
Truth is regression
The tension shows
The tension shows
A quantum leap forward
Full OCP binary cyborg technology
State of the art destructive capabilities
Commanded by a unique combination of software and organic systems
Jesus...had days like this
The target we seek
Slowly comes into sight
The countdown begins
For launch into hell
The tension begins
State of the art destructive capabilities
The kill is swift
It makes no sound
Aggression take its toll
Rhythm of violence
Cuts through the air
There's no more control
The sky turns brighter, a evil red
Missiles fly through the air
Shattered dreams
Shattered hopes
There's bodies everywhere
Bwahahaha
State of the art destructive capabilities
Cyborgs - cybernetic organisms...
Machines with living human tissue and programmed to destroy
The silence is deafening
Regression hangs in the air
A motionless world sits waiting
For new codes
A war of technology
Threatens to ignite
Digital murder
The language of machines
Mesmerised by a decade of faith
Flowers and remorse
A fading vision lost in time
Tragedy on course
Synthetic conspiracy
Masters of the human race
The mind now knows
New levels of fear
Implanted brain cells
Control is gone
We seem to believe
Truth is regression
The tension shows
The tension shows
A quantum leap forward
Full OCP binary cyborg technology
State of the art destructive capabilities
Commanded by a unique combination of software and organic systems
Jesus...had days like this
The target we seek
Slowly comes into sight
The countdown begins
For launch into hell
The tension begins
State of the art destructive capabilities
The kill is swift
It makes no sound
Aggression take its toll
Rhythm of violence
Cuts through the air
There's no more control
The sky turns brighter, a evil red
Missiles fly through the air
Shattered dreams
Shattered hopes
There's bodies everywhere
Bwahahaha
State of the art destructive capabilities
Front Line Assembly
Front Line Assembly