Front Line Assembly

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 Wasteland
His Memories Grow Dim
Shots
Ring Out Loud
Dispursing The Crowd
Bodies Start to Fall
Blood on the Wall
No Time to Tell
Who's Going to
Heaven or Hell
The Acid Air
Blurs His Vision
City Crime
Takes It's Toll
A Metaphor