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
Songs of the NAPALM DEATH
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
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
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
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
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
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
…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
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
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 / 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
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
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 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 –
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
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!
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