Front Line Assembly

Crawling through these
streets at night,
can't stand looking at the lights.
Voices ringing, in my head,
should I keep living, or playing dead.
As I watch this life disappear,
salvation is my only fear
underneath it all has to end,
echoing sounds of hell never end.
The endless void of slime and grief,
there's no sign of release.
As the heavens begin to fail,