Front 242 Gripped By Fear
Recession repression regression Shifts of scenery And warning tremors of landslides The sun comes down The mountains move aside Your kingdom slips out of your hands Your tyranny I was part of Is now cracking On every side And your own life Is in danger Your empire Is on fire The staggering blows Are shaking the walls Nowhere, no place to hide this time Flare up, Calm down There is more sand than oil in your engine
