| Song | The Front Line of Sanity |
| Artist | Skinless |
| Album | From Sacrifice To Survival |
| 作曲 : Carpenter, Skinless, Webber | |
| Now my friend | |
| We stand at the end | |
| We've failed to find | |
| The way out | |
| The falling of messiahs and raising of funds | |
| Is a procession of liars | |
| Thieves and wrongs | |
| The new order of the land is to live in fear | |
| Now decide | |
| Where you stand | |
| Look to the edges of earth | |
| It's barren land | |
| The falling of messiahs | |
| And raising of funds | |
| Is a procession of liars | |
| Thieves and wrongs | |
| The new order of the land is to live in fear | |
| Now decide | |
| An altered form is coming from the crux of the human soul | |
| The front line of sanity is changing for the worst | |
| We can't return, we can't advance | |
| We're stuck in perpetual doom | |
| A parade of horribles has come into town | |
| Grabs you from below and pulls you straight down | |
| Come down, inside leave it to a fool to try and hide | |
| The frontline of sanity is changing for the worst | |
| An altered form is coming from the crux of the human soul | |
| The frontline of sanity is changing for the worst | |
| It's all too real when you can't feel we're in pain | |
| The new order of the land is to live in fear | |
| Now my friend | |
| We stand at the end | |
| We've failed to find the way out | |
| This is not a passing movement, our cultures soon to fall | |
| Seeing, being, bleeding is believing | |
| We have had to end our lives | |
| The time has come to stand | |
| What is and will forever be nothing | |
| The front line of sanity is changing for the worst | |
| Grabs you from below, it pulls you down |
| zuò qǔ : Carpenter, Skinless, Webber | |
| Now my friend | |
| We stand at the end | |
| We' ve failed to find | |
| The way out | |
| The falling of messiahs and raising of funds | |
| Is a procession of liars | |
| Thieves and wrongs | |
| The new order of the land is to live in fear | |
| Now decide | |
| Where you stand | |
| Look to the edges of earth | |
| It' s barren land | |
| The falling of messiahs | |
| And raising of funds | |
| Is a procession of liars | |
| Thieves and wrongs | |
| The new order of the land is to live in fear | |
| Now decide | |
| An altered form is coming from the crux of the human soul | |
| The front line of sanity is changing for the worst | |
| We can' t return, we can' t advance | |
| We' re stuck in perpetual doom | |
| A parade of horribles has come into town | |
| Grabs you from below and pulls you straight down | |
| Come down, inside leave it to a fool to try and hide | |
| The frontline of sanity is changing for the worst | |
| An altered form is coming from the crux of the human soul | |
| The frontline of sanity is changing for the worst | |
| It' s all too real when you can' t feel we' re in pain | |
| The new order of the land is to live in fear | |
| Now my friend | |
| We stand at the end | |
| We' ve failed to find the way out | |
| This is not a passing movement, our cultures soon to fall | |
| Seeing, being, bleeding is believing | |
| We have had to end our lives | |
| The time has come to stand | |
| What is and will forever be nothing | |
| The front line of sanity is changing for the worst | |
| Grabs you from below, it pulls you down |