with every context of crisis that you bend – with every arsenal and all the weaponry you invent
with every poverty-line, that you assign – you shape the frontline – you bury landmines
the frontline – the frontline
the frontline – the frontline
silent, hidden armies, handling our disappeared – the narco-cide and the gods that guide it
theyre always oh so fcking clear – cryptomnesia lashes out as the cover falls behind
you shape the frontline – – you bury landmines
the frontline – the frontline – it suits me fine
the frontline – the frontline – you bury landmines
bullet riddled bodies for the hedonist fck – you got me dying to resist
because the undermined outweigh the satisfied – corrode, reload – economist
come on, and run anomalies – our people would be better of as enemies
in these dire-need democracies – were all refugees – refugees
charity – luxury – positioned so comfortably
equity – battery – shake hand with hypocrisy
charity – luxury – positioned so comfortably
equity – battery – hypocrisy
the context of crisis is bent
the practice is losing intent