Songs of the NAPALM DEATH

Mentally Murdered – Napalm Death

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Beyond the barriers of what’s expected As the free thought you were born with Becomes externally ploluted Lose sight of your ideals In their brainwashing institutions Predetermine your values

Upward And Uninterested – Napalm Death

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Once you had the gall to even up the score, Moving in common circles, Where the circles stood for human bonds. The tide has turned, allegiance tested. Upward and

I Abstain – Napalm Death

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Summon my pride? What? Pride behind your blinkered eyes? Your vigilance is shit “The lads together” – you fall! Smug complacency, Notions of reserving the right to think with

The World Keeps Turning – Napalm Death

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life cycle is an automation, instinctively, we race to get ahead? And now our virgin minds are raped. Another insignificance to join the rat race. Self indulgence within our

My Own Worst Enemy – Napalm Death

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Played out, wide off the mark, Mania develops, Akin ti fiction, More than to a world of fact. Chorus: My own worst enemy. My own worst enemy. Lifes foul

Greed Killing – Napalm Death

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The wrong time, the wrong place, Our smiling face of distruct. Buried, the seed deep in all our heads. Prepared ourselves for the fall. The greed killing! Instinct to

Thrown Down A Rope – Napalm Death

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from the neck and upwards. Rope weaved by these hands, box of my toils. Coerced – dazed by a suckerpunch. Reeling – believing that these are the dues. Pitch

Ripe For The Breaking – Napalm Death

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…you weren’t born with the world falling at your feet- The path is long and agonizing being dragged on your knees. …and the silver spoon in your mouth tastes

Cause And Effect (Pt. Ii) – Napalm Death

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A hierarchy through violence-street society. I voice my contempt. Convinced of my immunity. Yet on a smaller scale, In my conflicted world, My resistance is stretched. You sense and

Dogma – Napalm Death

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Innocence – a painful reminescene Of what was not And will never be. Meant not for me. An unjust war On the futile. Chorus: Bludgeoning my affection wide open

Blunt Against The Cutting Edge – Napalm Death

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Blunt / on the cutting / edge This is a stylistic disaster Or so I’m told Won’t meet your estimations Do well to fold Can’t keep up to the

Mechanics Of Deceit – Napalm Death

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Cloacks of sickness / keeping us sweet Delusional blackness / fictional madness Visionary blackness / traps are set Revolting mind doors conspiring our downfall Which came first? The lies

Uncertainty Blurs The Vision – Napalm Death

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Where together we walk Unbound from an existence Of fear and pain The key to which Is self-contained External freedom Must evolve from liberation within To gain respect And

Purist-Realist – Napalm Death

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Purist-realist manipulates Purist-realist segregates Purist-realist – on their own terms Purist-realist – you never learn Inner loathing – the mounting hate Hundred fights – a thousand regrets Sacrifice –

Affixed By Disconcern – Napalm Death

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to pursue a common goal. Affixed by disconcern. Offer us an explanation or give some form of confirmation. Affixed by disconcern. Disclose the right to share the truth. Denied

None The Wiser? – Napalm Death

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this subservience demeans a mental gait. It’ insensible, just be digestible and tether down that rage. No ignoramus (or) sufferer for art. big windows smudged so play a part!

Diatribes – Napalm Death

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Bite the bit, scream till you’re blue the face. (x4) Nice pipe dreams or passive revolution? (x4) Foot soldiers With weapons of placarde and banners. How will they stop