When there is no more room in hell...
The dead will walk the earth
Body parts flying, life's hard like cast iron
Wanna say it's gonna get better but I'm past lying
Soul gutter, make a widow's glass eye, start crying
Pain in a liquid form dripping from my torn eyelids
Situation volatile, Operation Trident
All I hear is war talk, court orders, more violence
Far from a walk in the park, it's a minefield
Pressure's building up, about to blow, that's how my mind feels
Never use my signature, no-one's got the right deals
Clutching at my mic skills and running for the high hills
Puffing on a blunt of death, clucking for some nice quills
Losing my emotions that I thought I was designed to feel
Knowing deep inside that it's something only time will heal
Like turning people into roadkill behind the wheel
Close your eyes, see 'em still, still as still life
Still dead, skull's fractured, world 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, 'cause your ghost holds the warranty
Burn your body in the quarantine, search for your inner peace
Abandon that grief, backhand slap police
The tactical man thinks deep on a Dillijence beat
We hold it down with the frontline terror
Raising the ground up, gotta style forever
Lace your boots, mask up and don't mess up
We hold it down on the frontline, the frontline
We hold it down with the frontline terror
Raising the ground up, gotta style forever
Lace your boots, mask up and don't mess up
We hold it down with the frontline pressure
Check out my frontline terror
Rendering error makers under pressure
Blending babies in the shredder for my pleasure
They can brew the naked crew who came into this danger room
With barbarians, war mongers, wanderers and ancient spooks
My coalition holds position under war clouds
Caught your little sister in the whorehouse with her drawers down
Convince that ghastly hag to get her knickers off for half a gram
Of Charlie on smack, arms and tracks
And carving shanks from lava lamps
Heavy artillery blasting your imagery
Pandemonium in the street and no police to walk the beat
Fake fuckers catch a nap-nap, cuddling face huggers
Alien smugglers got mad, crusader space truckers
Open up the stash, unload 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 beards
In chronological or alphabetical order
I grab the neck of your daughter and splash her head in the water
Sawed-off shotty full up with copper coins and hot lead
Gatecrash 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
We hold it down with the frontline terror
Raising the ground up, gotta style forever
Lace your boots, mask up and don't mess up
We hold it down on the frontline, the frontline
We hold it down with the frontline terror
Raising the ground up, gotta style forever
Lace your boots, mask up and don't mess up
We hold it down with the frontline pressure
Frontline territory, barrel full of big fish
Splashed on the gravel with the rats and the syringes
Midwinter winds whistle rattling the bin lids
Iron giants rise up to massacre the midgets
The cackling of witches drifts in the citadel
More ten a penny skets flipped in the wishing well
Rusting, never dig 'em out, might catch something
That drunken yatt has every man up in the manor busting
Man are trudging the streets looking mad spooky
Lagged off the dry and bouilli mashed to a jammed smoothie
Mad boujie gash up on my lap tryna catch through me
Stomach pains, feeling like a tramp stuck a shank through me
Frontline pterodactyl, check the wingspan
Check the stick man's blistering skin hang
Man 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, smash glass underfoot
Another night, another shoobs conking in another bush
Wanderous times, age of calamity
Frontline sailor on the waves of depravity
Nel cielo passano le nuvole
Che vanno verso il mare
Sembrano fazzoletti bianchi
Che salutano il nostro volare
When there is no more room in hell...
The dead will walk the earth
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