Aviator: Front line [lyrics]

Aviator: Front line [lyrics]

Aviator

Front line

There's a face in the sky

In the mist of the night

There's trouble around

But its nowhere in sight

Now you're on the run

The search has just begun

Mommas babies Dressed in black

Soldiers of the street

Just hanging back

Till the time is right

Will they attack tonight

Living on the Front Line

Fighting for it all the time

Only the strong survive

When you're living on the Front Line

The smell of blood must be in the air

Like sharks they circle everywhere

They watch the helpless prey

Who try to walk away

Searching for gold like thieves in the night

Its a numbers game and the odds are right

Like soldiers on parade

The final price is paid