Lletres: Front Line Assembly. Tactical Neural Implant. Remorse.

The killer drove an ingot into each of his own eyes
Then cut off his head

Captivated in their hearts and souls
The fear and desire just won't let go

Naive as it seems, we all want control
You're paralyzed when panic sets in
Quietly you drown in your sleep

We once had a passion, it all seemed so right
So young and so eager, no end in sight
But now we are prisoners in our own hearts
Nothing seems real, it's all torn apart

No one knows where to draw the line
Accusations, a pledge of mine
In power, we trust
We can't get out

The time we spend fighting, the anger and the hate
Hope for tomorrow, it's never too late
We all turn to dust on heaven's command
Time moves by fast, no second chance

We once had a passion, it all seemed so right
So young and so eager, no end in sight
But now we are prisoners in our own hearts
Nothing seems real, oh, it's all torn apart

The anger and the hate, it's never too late
[Incomprehensible]