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Front Line Assembly
Front Line Assembly


Background information
Origin Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Genre(s) Electronic Body Music
Electronic
Post-Industrial
Electro-industrial
Years active 1986—present
Label(s) Metropolis Records
Associated acts Conjure One
Cyberaktif
Delerium
Equinox
Intermix
Left Spine Down
Noise Unit
Pro-Tech
Synæsthesia
Will
Skinny Puppy
Members
Chris Peterson
Bill Leeb
Jeremy Inkel
Jared Slingerland
Jason Bazinet
Former members
Jed Simon
Devin Townsend
Adrian White
Michael Balch
Rhys Fulber
Jeff Stoddard
Jason Filipchuk
Glen Reely
Greg Reely
Jason Hagen
Craig Joseph Huxtable



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Front Line Assembly Album


Gashed Senses & Crossfire (1989)
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Big Money
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"Back against the wall, now!"
"Well, I don't need to stand for any of this shit!"

Cancel the time
Stop the disturbance,
Turn out the lights,
I don't want to see.
Shut down the mind
End all its functions
Destroy all the rules
Block all emotions.

Stop interference,
Just be cold.
Leave me alone -
I don't want it.
Find someone else, to be your slave
It's too late.

"Well, I don't need to stand for any of this shit"
"Hands against the wall now!"

The damage is done.

Throw out your thoughts
Start again.
Malicious redemption - the options are few.
Blow up the world
And start again.
Move through the night with caution.
The damage is done...

. . .


Get up, do what you want
Before, before its too late
Don't, don't worry yourself
Of others I don't think

Kick down the door
To hell for more
Severe injections - a lethal dose
Kick down the door
To hell with poverty
Clench your fist and shout at them all

Its just a lost cause
Clenched, clenched fisted shout
We're souls, souls in ignorance

Break, break all the windows
Shout deliverance
Break all the doors
innocent victim
Do what you want

Clench your fists!

. . .


Inside illusions
A breath of air
A shadow falls
But noone is there
A great big sound
No word is spoken
Discount contempt
Until the end

Until the end

Reflecting glimpses
The tension's there
Unspoken words
They fill the air
Subliminal flashes
Advanced warnings
They need time to reflect
False information

The conspiracy lingers
No death threat is there
Denial retractions
But who really cares
Subliminal flashes
Advance warnings
They need time to reflect
False information
Disinformation
A state of siege
The final turmoil
Aquiescence
Address the nation
With a platform of lies
Address the nation

. . .


Red three six, this is red three six Charlie, over.
This is read three six, over.
Roger, we are taking automatic weapons fire from our right flank."
"Dear God, what is it you will have me do?"

He watches them
They don't look back
He was chosen
But he's getting old
No one understands him,
He wants to be noticed
Too late for regrets
It's too late for regrets.

Nervous hands,
A trembling heart,
Evil eyes,
Bloodstained hands.
Lost again, inside
Wait til you catch me,
But then it's too late

He just watches them
They don't look back
He was chosen
But he's getting old

He was chosen
But now he's getting old.
He watches them
They don't look back
He was chosen
But he's getting old

. . .


"What do you believe?"
"....some kind of sacrifice"
"You haven't got a prayer!"
[singing]
"Please, right now sir?"
"Sing..."

. . .


You can't say yes, you can't say no
You're living in a fascist world.
Violence is your point of view,
It always makes the best of you.

Freedom is a luxury
Of self induced hostility,
My back is up against the wall,
And everywhere dead men fall.
Efficiency - redundant fear but don't you see?
The power games that they play,
The methods which they put in your way.

"The charges aren't justified"

Violence is your point of view
It always gets the best of you.

Redundant fear but don't you see? - Efficiency

You don't get time to look around
You keep your face to the ground.

You can't say yes, you can't say no
You're living in a fascist world.

. . .

Big Money

[No lyrics]

. . .


The time has come to make a stand
No compromise in sight.
No more words it's time to act
The battle has begun.
The battle has begun.

I can't hold back the rage no more
My brain is on fire
No more words and no more lies
Take what you desire.
Take what you desire.

For long enough you've cheated yourself
And now it's time to act.
More power to society will only drag you down.
Just stand up for yourself
With both feet on the ground

Believe in what you try to do.
Don't let them bring you down,
More power to society will only drag you down

. . .


"They'll be bloodshed!"
"You're a cop"

Drop the bomb
The light burns bright
Set it on the ground
On the?
No more questions,
No more lies.
Something is happening,
Its on my face.

"They'll be bloodshed!"

???hesitate
Trembling hopes
???the things
Noone wins
Tell us what to do
Hold still
Dance through the light
Do what you will
Penetrate,
One more shot,
Noone left to kill.
In my head.

Tell us what to do
Hold still.
Face the light?
Nowhere left to live
Penetrate
One more shot
Noone left to kill

. . .


Sweet, sweet sensation,
Across my back.
I will be following you,
No retreat
Turning back now.

At night time
Just to cross the trails
Flood control.
On that wall
Sealed between cracks.

Hide, hide the violence
He returns the gun
Retreat within yourself.
Retreat within yourself.
Switch the station
Across my back

And we turn them back

He is coming back
Hiding with no one else.
No chance to acquire
Retreat within yourself.

. . .


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