Front Line Assembly

Atmosphere is cold
Tension cuts like a knife
Hazed are the eyes
Reflecting shadows of the past
Nothing moves -
They all just stare.
Inner peace is gone
Tainted by (time ?)
Chorus :
Our great leaders
The leaders of man
They lied to us all
They tried to pretend.
They tightened the rope around your neck
Distorted all your views until the bitter end.
Carry the cross,
The cross of burden
Only memories remain
Looking for new life