INcenDIAry - Front Toward Enemy lyrics

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INcenDIAry - Front Toward Enemy lyrics

Dead men tell no tales But their graves still carry weight There’s a war coming Fought by those who spit on fate Tired hungry ma**es Sick of empty dinner plates There’s a war coming Fought by those with a bitter taste No more “fall in line” No more “know your place” Growing to see A world that’s ripe to take Storm the bastille riot the draft Easter Rebellion taken and never asked When our eyes are blind and our noses turned the displaced rise up to take what we never earned Fearing revolution Can you feel your d**h grip loosen? Fearing revolution Your TV’s showing all the Restlessness Bitterness Catalysts Vehemence Fearing revolution They got their trigger fingers moving Oppression’s common theme The silent finally scream The threat of oncoming war Fought by those who spit on fate