Full Frontal Assault Lyrics - Massacra

(Lyrics : Greg Conan / Chris Palengat) 

The gathering smell of rotteness 

Is cutting through my brain 

Slicing up my friends 

And then killing the pain 

Gathered here together for our final day 

Never ending strain 

Fighting tooth and nail 

Short on munitions 

The say War is hell 

Slaughtered for the objective 

In the thick of the battle 

Going on an onslaught 

In a desperate struggle 

Blind suicide, pain and suffering 

On the other side 

There is no reason why 

In this viscious circle 

Surely one will die 

War cry fix bayonets 

In the face of death 

No time for regrets 

The brunt of the attack 

Full frontal assault 

Suicidal rampage 

Families ! 

Corpses strewn upon the battle fields 

Memories ! 

An old wound never heals 

The gathering smell of rotteness 

Is cutting through my brain 

Slicing up my friends 

And then killing the pain 

Gathered here together for our final day 

Political corrupts and hypocrites 

And fanatical religiousness 

Commit us to die for whos country ? 

So who is the real enemy 

Puppets and leaders 

And pawns in the game 

Victims of the high command 

Sacrificed in vain 

Full frontal assault 

Suicidal rampage 

Life is to serious to take seriously 

Greg Conan