Front Line Assembly Vigilante
So Complex In His Behavior Crowded Into A Hole Racial Incoherence Nowhere Left to Go Misery: Is Unforgiving He Struggles From Within He Roams The Human Wasteland His Memories Grow Dim Shots Ring Out Loud Dispursing The Crowd Bodies Start to Fall Blood on the Wall No Time to Tell Who's Going to Heaven or Hell The Acid Air Blurs His Vision City Crime Takes It's Toll A Metaphor For This Incision A Truer Life Will Now Unfold No More Pain And Self Suffering It All Ends Where It Begins A Universe On This Wavelength Will Transmutate In Other Things The Moment Comes To Eradicate A Time to Cleanse The World This Is Self Illusion This Has No Conclusion A. 38 Hangs from His Hand His Shoulders Slung Kind of Low Smoking Shells Lay on The Floor As The Blood Starts to Flow The Sirens Scream Outside The Door Police Running to The Scene Inside A Man Stands All Alone His Face Grinning Obscene
