FRONT LINE

Dig it murder's suicide alright

Suck it stubbornness is pride inside

Fuck it breathing nitrogen again

Shoot it war's a pathogen my friend

I feel patricidal won't you come and slow my world?

Here now downright tribal won't you come and slow my world

I been laid low I been can't go I been fathomed out

Where's my peep hole drenched in trench low is the highest bout

I'd surrender or pretend or not to kiss the mud

Blood and lice and smoke and lice and dying in the crud goddammit

Only oceans fear and oceans beach to desert stretch

There's a line around the earth to fucking heave and wretch

Every single goddamn walker's fighting in this war

Men and women all religions not the rich but poor goddammit

I am drenched in pouring rain

Maybe I have gone insane

Only feeling here is pain

Everything I do's in vain

Right now I just want to die

Take a chance and try to fly

Depression has doused my soul

I have lost all my control

Depression cradle me depression soothe me

Solve everything violently

Kill 'em all and let 'em be

Rock and rolling glory be

I am drowning in a see of depression