"Target" lyrics - FRONT LINE ASSEMBLY

I will be ready
Some violent day
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Skys turn red
Starts turning red
Starts turning red
Seeking, seeking shelter
From the enemy
A hostile war (made these)? extreme conditions
It's not really where I want to be
No, no protection
From, from the air
Lungs collapse
Your oxygen low
Filled with hell
Genetics never tired
Will grip you
Lungs?
Pushed to the edge
You're all looking
You're mine now fool??
You (are the)? first
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run