when there is no more room in hell the dead will walk the earth body parts flying life s hard like cars dying wanna say its gonna get better but i m past lying so gotta make a widows star sign start crying pain in the liquid form drippin from my torn eyelid situation volatile operation trident all i hear is war talk court orders more violence far from a walk in the park its a minefield pressures building up about to blow that s how my mind feels never use my signature no ones got the right deals clutching at my mic skills and running for the high hills puffin on a blunt is death clucking for some nice thrills losing my emotions that i thought i was designed to feel knowing deep inside that its something only time will heal like turning people into road kill behind the wheel close your eyes see them still still a still life still dead skulls fractured road collapses rotten corpse broken mattress candle lit total sadness falling backwards into holes of blackness so follow me let your soul get captured with no return cos your ghost holds the warranty burn your body in a quarantine search for your inner peace abandon that grief stack cans like police the tactical man thinks deep on the dillijence beat x2 we hold it down with the frontline terror raising the ground up gutter style forever lace your boots mask up and don t mess up we hold it down on the frontline the frontline check out my frontline terror rendering error makers under pressure blending babies in the shredder for my pleasure make and brew the naked crew who came into this danger room with barbarians warmongers wanderers and ancient spooks my coalition holds position under war clouds you caught your little sister in the whore house with her drawers down convince that ghastly hag to get her knickers off for half a gram of kali or smack arms with tracks i m carving shanks from lava lamps heavy artillery blasting you imagery pandemonium in the street and no police to walk the beat fake fuckers catchin that map cuddling face huggers alien smugglers got map crusader space chuggers open up the stash and load that gat and let it vent holy book fanatics won t back chat my seventh sense an old man with gifted ears and a twisted beard who disappeared nine hundred years ago speaking like sixty years in chronological or alphabetical order i grab the neck of your daughter and splash her head in the water sawn off shotty full up with copper coins and hot lead gate crashing your complex with nuff feds to drop dead my frontline terror whatever the weather apply the pressure blend your friends up in the shredder for my pleasure my frontline terror whatever the weather apply the pressure blend your friends up in the shredder for my pleasure  yeah frontline territory barrel full of big fish splashed on the gravel with the rats and the syringes mid winter winds whistle rattlin the bin lids iron giants rise up to massacre the midgets the cackling of witches drifts in the citadel more tell a penny skets flipped in the wishing well rusting never dig em out might catch something that drunken yatt d every man up in the man a busting man are trudging the streets looking mad spooky lagged off the drambuie mashed to a jam smoothie gash up on my lap tryna chat to me stomach pain s feeling like a tramp stuck a shank through me frontline pterodactyl check the wingspan check the stickman s blistering skin hangman turned his brain to a black and blue jelly i guess he chased one dragon too many right but the city never takes prisoners and never sleeps even if the skies rain valium instead of sleet even as the heavens weep tears on decrepit streets still stay grubby as the shoes on my sweating feet creep smashed glass underfoot another night another shubs conking in another bush wondrous times age of calamity frontline sailor on waves of depravity