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Front Line Assembly Improvised Electronic Device

Fuel is running, fuel is coming Fuel is running Down, down, down my face The line, the line The line is drawn in the sand It won't be long We have to

No future, no life No sunshine, no rights No possessions, no sight No expression, final fight The anger I feel Rips through my veins This hate and delusion

? What do you see? Is there hope, is there air no more despair When will we be free? The man I lived for all this life Now dies in front of my own eyes

Mindless human faith lays naked there to waste Neurotic choking eyeballs, fuels paranoid crazed cells Slide into darkness, slither down the shaft Slide