The Frontline – Caliban – letras

with every context of crisis that you bend – with every arsenal and all the weaponry you inventwith every poverty-line, that you assign – you shape the frontline – you bury landminesthe frontline – the frontlinethe frontline – the frontlinesilent, hidden armies, handling our disappeared – the narco-cide and the gods that guide itthey’re always oh so fucking clear – cryptomnesia lashes out as the cover falls behindyou shape the frontline – – you bury landmines[chorus:]the frontline – the frontline – it suits me finethe frontline – the frontline – you bury landminesbullet riddled bodies for the hedonist fuck – you got me dying to resistbecause the undermined outweigh the satisfied – corrode, reload – economistcome on, and run anomalies – our people would be better of as enemiesin these dire-need democracies – we’re all refugees – refugees[chorus]charity – luxury – positioned so comfortablyequity – battery – shake hand with hypocrisycharity – luxury – positioned so comfortablyequity – battery – hypocrisythe context of crisis is bentthe practice is losing intent[chorus]