Front Toward Enemy

(专辑： Thousand Mile Stare - 2017)

Dead men tell no tales
But their graves still carry weight
There's a war coming
Fought by those who spit on fate
Tired hungry masses
Sick of empty dinner plates
There's a war coming
Fought by those with a bitter taste
Yeah
Yeah

No more "fall in line"
No more "know your place"
Growing to see
A world that's ripe to take
Storm the Bastille
Riot the draft
Easter rebellion
Taken and never asked
When our eyes are blind
And our noses turned
The displaced rise up to take
What we never earned

Fearing revolution
Can you feel your death grip loosen?
Fearing revolution
Your TV's showing all the
Restlessness
Bitterness
Catalysts
Vehemence
Fearing revolution
They got their trigger fingers moving

Oppression, oppression, oppression's common theme
The silent, the silent, the silent finally scream

Oppression, oppression, oppression's common theme
The silent, the silent, the silent finally scream

The threat of, the threat of, the threat of
Oncoming war (war!)
Oncoming war (war!)
Oncoming war
Fought by those who spit on fate