Vigilante — Front Line Assembly

So Complex In His Behavior Crowded Into A Hole

Racial Incoherence Nowhere Left to Go

Misery: Is Unforgiving He Struggles From Within

He Roams The Human Wasteland His Memories Grow Dim

Shots Ring Out Loud Dispursing The Crowd Bodies Start to Fall Blood on the Wall No Time to Tell Who's Going to Heaven or Hell

The Acid Air Blurs His Vision City Crime Takes It's Toll A Metaphor For This Incision

A Truer Life Will Now Unfold No More Pain And Self Suffering It All Ends Where It Begins A Universe On This Wavelength Will Transmutate In Other Things

The Moment Comes To Eradicate A Time to Cleanse The World This Is Self Illusion This Has No Conclusion

A. 38 Hangs from His Hand His Shoulders Slung Kind of Low Smoking Shells Lay on The Floor As The Blood Starts to Flow The Sirens Scream Outside The Door Police Running to The Scene Inside A Man Stands All Alone His Face Grinning Obscene