Surface Patterns — Front Line Assembly

On to On to The Mindfield Into Into The Hole Chemical Chemical Cauldron Location Still Unknown

Out of The Tunnel, Into The Light World Destruction, Now Seems Right A Barren Landscape of Burning Hell Within OUr Dreams We Feel The Spell

Watching Watching Their Minds Blow Sinking Lower than Low Hooded Mutations Ride by Nights Scouring The Earth For Impure Life They Seek They Search And Will Destroy Immoral Acts They Will Employ

Constricting Freedom of Movement Convulsing Body in Pain

Stigmatized by The Sound of Fear The Land IS Full of Chemical Tears Communication Has Broken Down Exterminated Body Parts On The Ground