Front Line Assembly

Neologic Spasm

Front Line Assembly


So strange is the feeling 
Sinking down below 
Caught in this current 
By the undertow 

Silence now is falling 
So quiet is the rage 
Gasping for another breathe 
Survival is the game 

You kick. You scream 
And try to shout 
But no one is there to here 
Water fills up your lungs 
The end is getting near 

Dying sensation 
Fascination 
Expectation 
Re-creation 

Attraction sucks you down below 
Shockwave hits you hard 
Effectors of hypoxia 
Now you can't go far 

A tear of blood comes to your eye 
Your heart grinds to a halt 
Deliverance from this certain fate 
Now forever late 

Under the water 
Where you cannot breath 
Chocking feeling 
Sinking deep 
Eternal sleep 

So strange is the haze 
The colors turning gray 
Shadows of illusions 
All looking the same 

A spectrum of eternal thoughts 
Left so far behind 
Things that we had hoped for 
Now will never find