FRONT LINE ASSEMBLY LYRICS

1. Mindphaser

"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"

2. Mindphaser (Edit)

3. Toxic

"Where am I? Am I dreaming or is this death? I'm dead, I think."

A grey, toxic rain
Starts to appear
No real life
Just human wasteland
All around...

Vapours of nerve gas
Fill the air
No natural light
No law
Or religion...

Mutants
Roam the earth
Covered by ruins
The stars are gone
Time is up...

This is another world
This is another world

There is no room
For existence
Nuclear warfare
The answer
To all our questions...

Prisoners
In their own lifeform
Support systems
Rave failed
Human disease

"Where are we? We're in my brain."
"You could call it the kinder, gentler lobotomy."

Nervous convulsion
Create grinding faces
Eyes are burning
Polluted noise
Splits ear drums...

"Just another dream. Oh, thank God."

4. Mutilate

"Sometimes we have thoughts that are so frightening
we can't even admit to ourselves that we have them."
"Did I torment you, did I perhaps even kill your loved ones? Yes you did."

Control of power
Strangles the mind
Collapse of the system
Destruction begins
From within

Mutilated by sound
Signalling all the senses
Out of mind
Out of soul
The trauma begins

A story never told
From the past
A show remains
Conspiracy aided
Toxic shock

They all lie in a trance
Those idealistic fools
Bent on crutches
All of them bleed
In their tracks
They never look back

Christ, Christ, Christ
What have they done to me?
Christ, Christ, Christ
What have they done to me?

"Wait for me you maniac, I don't know whats going on"

Buried machines
Connecting the unseen
Information warfare
Aggression and betrayal
Radiation codes
Psycho-nerve warfare





FRONT LINE ASSEMBLY LYRICS