Text: Front Line Assembly. Live Wired. Surface Patterns.

On to
On to the mindfield
Into
Into the hole

Chemical
Chemical cauldron
Location
Still unknown

Out of the tunnel, into the light
World destruction, now seems right
A barren landscape of burning hell
Within our dreams we feel the spell

Watching
Watching their minds blow
Sinking
Lower than low

Hooded mutations ride by nights
Scouring the earth for impure life
They seek they search and will destroy
Immoral acts will self employ

Out of the tunnel, into the light
World destruction, now seems right
A barren landscape of burning hell
Within our dreams we feel the spell

Out of the tunnel, into the light
World destruction now seems right
A barren landscape of burning hell
Within our dreams we feel the spell

Constricting
Freedom of movements
Convulsing
Body in pain

Stigmatized by the sound of fear
The land is full of chemical tears
Communication has broken down
Exterminated body parts on the ground

Out of the tunnel, into the light
World destruction now seems right
A barren landscape of burning hell
Within our dreams we feel the spell

A barren landscape of burning hell
Within our dreams we feel the spell