Front Toward Enemy - Incendiary

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