Target - Front Line Assembly

I will be ready

Some violent day

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Skys turn red

Starts turning red

Starts turning red

Seeking, seeking shelter

From the enemy

A hostile war (made these)?

extreme conditions

It’s not really where I want to be

No, no protection

From, from the air

Lungs collapse

Your oxygen low

Filled with hell

Genetics never tired

Will grip you

Lungs?

Pushed to the edge

You’re all looking

You’re mine now fool?

You (are the)?

first

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run