Conscience

Front Line Assembly · Epitaph [2001]

Deep inside

My forgotten world

This restless soul

Washed away



Anticipate

For better days

A hopeless world

Slipping away



Blurs of serenity

Hate forever burns

Crucified from above

Despite it all we never learn



So fragile, so faint

So damaged, yet so stained



Underneath it all hurts

Despite the calm

It all went wrong



Disappear in an empty hole

A darkened void to fill a space



A raging storm

Churns below

Final moments

To erase