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Hiding behind symbols
Self delusion Plenty of questions (And no solutions) Visions of change A mere illusion Futile dreams Of revolution Flows of rhetoric Won't influence the change Their will is subdued Their minds enslaved |
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Surrounding spectacle
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Bitching
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There is a fascist inside of you,
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Becoming wary of your lies
Your disguise the truth belies Only fooling yourself Pretend to bite the hand that feeds But you won't discard your security The transparency of your fantasy |
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Cleansing impurity
Siezure of insecurity Divine death Individuality disabled Blinded by fables Divine death Easy prey You will pay Mourn life's loss Rotting on that cross Divine death C.S. |
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The ascension of human intelligence
To atomic genocide Homo Sapiens = the disease the cause the pollution Erase the aeons of evolutions Pushed too far, just a matter of time Seemingly nothing to halt the tide... ...Except the end - accept the end? |
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Paid to obey
Forced to be silent Human garbage To be destroyed Submit to darkness Forced to conform Human garbage To be destroyed Your mind is dead Your thoughts are void Human garbage To be destroyed |
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Advertise the product you make,
never give, but always take. Kill and lie for security. On supermarket shelves death to see. Instinct of survival Advertise the product you make, never give and always take, clingfilmed flesh and genocide, contented life, while millions die. Instinct of survival The multinational corporation takes its profits from the Starving Nations. Indigenous people become their slaves from their births into their graves. The multinational corporation takes its profits from the starving nations. Another product for you to buy, you'll keep paying, until you die. |
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Never hope nor choice
Emotionless and cold This is life? Illusions shattered An existence of lies A constant struggle Freedom denied At their feet Submission No sanctuary in death Drugged up, fucked up Is that all you're worth |
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Stark, bleak, wasted
Devastated When? All life Totally annihilated Die! Does it have to be this way Is this the price we're gonna pay? |
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A superiority complex
Pious, holy to the hilt Outward displays of cleanliness Masking their inner feelings of hate and guilt Your morality is hypocrasy Obsessive self esteem Enforcing your ideals Your puritanical dream Gather your flock Gullable fools Dictate restrictions |
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Multinational corporations
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Nothing I can say
That hasn't already been said Generic words and thoughts Similarly expressed This primitive stance Feelings of angst Matters relating To circumstance "Unfounded reactions Just part of the faction" Conform? I wouldn't give you the satisfaction |
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Permissive slaves
To their methods of greed From our needs The leeches feed When will you see? We'll never be free While we sanction This plutocracy |
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Systematic rape of nature
Profit precedes need Maintaining economic stature Steal the fruit yet leave no seed And of future generations? What of their inheritance A world of contamination Poisoned by our ignorance Oblivious to reality Conscience spurned Beyond the point of no return |
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from Napalm Death - Scum (1987)
They not only pollute the air
They pollute our minds They're destroying the earth And destroying mankind Polluted minds Kill mankind They don't give a shit Long as profits are high They don't give a shit If people die Polluted minds Kill mankind |
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Trapped
Inside your head Insular, living dead Existing for a purpose you'll never find Inducements, distortions contorting your mind External sources maintain control Programmed existance, fulfill your role You've got a brain, shake off the reigns Smash the shackles, break the chains |
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Same pre-determinated
Pattern, game, rules Uniformity Conformity How long can you hide the truth Now you've settled down Reflected on your past The pose, the look, the stance All part of the act |
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from Napalm Death - Scum (1987)
Taking beauty from Rabbits eyes.
Real beauty is denied. Sacrificed Spiky hair makes Rabbits cry. One day soon, you will fucking die ! |
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from Napalm Death - Scum (1987)
In your mind
Nothing but fear You can't face life Or believe death's near A vision of life On television screens An existance created From empty dreams Hide behind T.V. Hide behind life You should be living But you only survive Life holds nothing But pain and death Don't look for love There is none left |
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from Napalm Death - Scum (1987)
Siege of power
In your land Too many problems For you to understand Siege of power Inside your mind Outward restrictions To keep you in line Siege of power - in your land Too many problems - for you to understand A slave of their power - you never question why Your going to suffer - you're going to die Siege of power - inside your mind Outward restrictions - to keep you in line You're a slave of their power - you never questioned why You were made to suffer - you were born to die Siege of power They made you a tool While others were ruling You were being ruled |
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from Napalm Death - Scum (1987)
Blissfully ignorant
Content and unaware Not your problem Why should you care? Not normal An easy target for release Infected from birth This sickening disease You sanctimonious slime Understanding discarded The truth is clear It's you that's retarded |
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from Napalm Death - Scum (1987)
Climb the ladder, your securety
Upward social mobility Consume the lies "it's what you need" Vicious circle of mindless greed Where is the success gained from? What of the lives you've shat upon? Caught in the web you'll play the game An artificial life but who's to blame |
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There's nothing left to gain
You have just been led The kill, after death, the kill The shit you were promised Means nothing now you're dead The kill, after death, the kill |
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from Napalm Death - Scum (1987)
You suffer
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from Mortal Kombat (모탈 컴뱃) [ost] (1995)
Pushed aside the feelings
jeopardising all. Caught the chain reaction, rolling with the fall. Forget the friendship, the points made loud and clear. Where was the kinship for which we endear? Soulless execution - mixing guilt with blame, breaking point in contact - No more vain demands. Time will come. Pleasing all to punish, stepping up the race, pulling all resources, pushing up the stakes. Time will come. Growing from the sadness, living day by day, learning from the madness, paying all the way. Time will come. |
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from Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption (1997)
Talk of unity - a far cry from the slander and rivalry Why should we encourage what is in fact a circle of hypocrisy Impulsive jealousy Where's the so-called harmony? Internally untrusting Externally inspiring Assume your place above the rest The wisest of the less The knowledge you'll never possess Compensated for with single-mindedness Bored with life you turn to text Battleground for pettiness Pick at flies to justify Temper's raised - You wonder why? Why? Supposedly Accessible Come support our scene Just another target Harassed to the extreme |
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from Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption (1997)
You come to us and criticise
Without prior inspection Judge us as a waste of time An incorrect perception Just a noise - your shallow view An opinion I find misconstrued There's probably more thought in what we do Than a large part of what appeals to you Why should we? - Why the need to justify? Only in others' presence are you motivated to jeer and jibe Everybody has the right to opinionise But to us your pettiness is used to occupy your tiny minds Extremity retained- never fall into your line |
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from Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption (1997)
Search for purity
Leads to insecurity Individuality An incapability Trapped within outside theories Ideals adopted, Agreeable on basis Yet to question Aspects a cardinal sin Should self expression Mean social loss of face Labelled unaware Because you beg to differ Hiding behind A shroud of belief Staunchly involved, Highly confused Confidence in your firmly Lodged thoughts Yet take a back seat While others speak for you Should every single Thinking moment Be saturated With political stance Striving for perfection Fear of group rejection Better to be at mental ease Than harbouring Thoughts not mutually agreed The spoken mind And reasons why Dictation by others Be denied without fail |
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from Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption (1997)
Your self-determined place of value Think before you act! Can you justifiably criticise A situations development Sometimes there's only a single path Which we have to walk You realise before you even speak That we're standing in a one-way street Why should we retreat? - To satisfy your gain? Think hard - tell me What's your actual thoughts? Could you even give your brain the time of day? I'm not defending things I've said or done But let he without sin Cast the first begrudging stone I the truth be known your desire to judge unchallenged and revel in the according attention |
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from Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption (1997)
Malformed spirit An infestation Suppressing ways of communication Depression lingers Then the journey At wits end in a socialised hell Confusion in recognition Pessimistic thoughts invade Shared amounts to achieve a goal Roles reversed could summon change (verse * 2) Expectations are enquired Exceptions should be required |
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from Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption (1997)
Previous times you stuck by me Relations fine undeniably Mutual trust and honesty The essential recipe There's two sides to a coin Opinions numbered many Yet resolve came with ease Compromised and regret - free The change of expression A unit of friends and the chance to be free Your thoughts on these cast a jealous light A consensus of hate to accompany A vindictive acid taste Flows from your chalice Valued friendships tainted Martyr of malice Then the final straw Violent intimidation Your self acclaimed pacification Brushed aside for self-gratification Blatant ignorance - martyr of malice |
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from Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption (1997)
Your unflappable conceptions
Moralistic views Never open to criticism Your overpowering ruse Promises of sanctuary In eternal bliss With starry eyes and cash in hand Pledge to all the master plan Just face the truth or fund the farce At one with your god Your sole intent Your treasured place assured For a substantial rent Global lunacy Death threats for supposed blasphemy No room for free thought All non believers pushed to the floor Aggressive tyrants Supposed saints for the cause Judgement through force Faith a fuel for pointless wars When all is done Who shall benefit? Who is the one? Not to those who pass on But those dictators divine waving their deceitful wands. |
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from Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption (1997)
Forced exposure to create what's expected (To face) neglection is the price no-one wants to pay Line in line, stereotypes perpetrated Similarity of negativity The chains that bind us grow stronger Break away from the pack of mindless dogs Taste the scent, realise ambition Life - a stagnant lair in which to lie Taste the scent, realise ambition [The chains that bind us grow stronger] A label to some, habits preset Faction alienation, bias hold the key |
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from Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption (1997)
Looking from outside inwards A view to dumbfound the most outspoken minds Silent screams from an unfit Earth Battered and bruised with nowhere to hide Disasters man made and natural Gradually pushing to absolute imbalance On the scales of survival Soon to tip in favour if extinction An unrelenting dioxin cloud Propelled to dispel our oxygen Slowly seizing up our lungs And choking the ground we depend upon Silent screams from an unfit Earth Battered and bruised with nowhere to hide Transforming aquatic inhabitance Overcome by cocktails of sludge and chemicals Interfering with life on which so many rely Then dumping our shit to economise Wanton destruction Environment in regression All reverse into decline Kiss this unfit goodbye Silent screams from an unfit Earth A future of provocation with nowhere to go |
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from Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption (1997)
Witness torment in its purest form Impossible definition of infinite pain Look into my eyes What do you think you see? What you see is not me But a dormant stage of what I'm expected to be Realities lifeline cuts through me Forever destined to a life of misery Realities lifeline cuts through me It manifests my vision conquest Mourn not the dead The living suffer Enter me Witness torment |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
What are your motives,
For your abuse, What can they be? Accused of things I've never done, This seems strange. Your motivation, for my humiliation. I'm pressurised, So many times By your presence, Your very existance Has become My obsession. My infatuation with you damnation. I experience Dangerous thoughts, That are all too real, How can one man Inflict in me So much hate. My obsession with your destruction |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
Adapting to different surroundings,
changing your views day by day, too critical of others when you too are at fault. Several sets of opinions like colours to camouflage yourself. Like a fox sly in your manuuvres, too soon you'll get caught unawares. Sometimes I feel pity, sometimes I feel hatred... Sometimes you're my friend, sometimes you're my enemy. I'll never give you the satisfaction of knowing how I feel. |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
So much bitterness
in this so-called scene. Self righteous ' leaders ª with their own little dream. Walls of confinement don't stray too far. Evicted for maturing whilst they stagnate. |
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A cortex-thin line over calm
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Dissention, seeking attention, yet segregation from the ones' that really cared. Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty. Cash styled deadhead, no conscience or opinions. Material gain bar happiness means shit. It means shit. Mass appeal madness eats your brain. False influence like a leach. Sucking dry your veins. Public eyes see fit your second face. Freakshow - fooling those who imitate. Clever marketing to dominate. Screwing those who gave you your big break. And when the bubble bursts, exposing your selfish crap. You'll cry for sympathy, we'll just sit back and laugh. |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
Your aspirations, unable to stretch,
Beyond the barriers of what's expected, As the free thought you were born with Becomes externally polluted. Lose sight of your ideals In their brainwashing institutions, Predetermine your values To befit your substandard existence... Discouraging creativity, To aim for empty ambitions. Living up to others expectations. Takes hold of your assiduity. Mentally murdered! Always up to the mark, Set the wheels in motion, A fake sense of security From your invariable position. Sinking in the crowd, A face minus expression. A mouth that echoes words, Recycled from tradition. Your only contentness Is in living a lie. Mentally murdered! Do you possess the strength To re-create your own life? |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
Multinational corporations
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
So we're still in our teething stages
As far as politics are concerned That's fine coming from someone To whom sensationalism be there only wisdom in words. A self-proclaimed spokesman On something to which prior knowledge excedes, Championing no more censorship, Then ridiculing our beliefs. To appeal to your better nature, Are we to keep our mouths shut? Easy to discard Constructive power At your disposal When ego's and sales Outbalance opinions On the scales. Using bands As pawns in your hands Building up, Knocking down, Sensationalize To suit cheap public demand. Merging with the gutter press, You claim to detest. It's opened it's lid, For you to crawl in and infest |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
Brought forth into an acceptance.
Expected mass production. All cloned to obey without fail. To question means breaking the mold. To turn your back, that courage you lack... Or live in pretense. In youth, confused. Prime for manipulation. An open sore cursed with their social infections. "Absorb to be seen as a failure" "Not fit to breath the air we take in" Pride Assassin. True feelings call for deviation. But could you face mass condemnation. Pride Assassin. Backed into a corner. Why should you adhere to their illusions? And their orders? Willing to dictate yet for themselves exemption. Evaluate your brain, form your own opinions. To be an individual - compassionate and free. |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
Drawing attention to yourself
at anothers expense. Your puritan stance carries a certain pretence. When an ego is at stake, there's always a point to make. Bigotted and self opinionated there is no give and take. Obsessed with changing the world, not in changing yourself! |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
At time of birth,
Minds free from suspicion, Senses raped, Induced with superstition. A pre-set mode To befit description, Language, colour, Race definition! Inner strength must detect The love we each possess before we may reach, Appreciating it in anyone else. External distinctions Used as scapegoats to problems, Channelling our aggression In the wrong direction. Break down the barriers That enforce superstition Learn to trust, Overcome suspicion. Acceptance, the weapon, Active against our freedom, Our love and compassion Held at treason. Rise above induced superstition. |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
Siege of power
In your land Too many problems For you to understand Siege of power Inside your mind Outward restrictions To keep you in line Siege of power - in your land Too many problems - for you to understand A slave of their power - you never question why Your going to suffer - you're going to die Siege of power - inside your mind Outward restrictions - to keep you in line You're a slave of their power - you never questioned why You were made to suffer - you were born to die Siege of power They made you a tool While others were ruling You were being ruled |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
On the path to individual freedom,
I'm met with countless obstructions. An external vacuum distorts my observance, sucking me to the rat race. A weakness makes me gullible. Constantly lured to their traps, dismanting my motivation, taking my destination to another step back |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
Your unflappable conceptions
Moralistic views Never open to criticism Your overpowering ruse Promises of sanctuary In eternal bliss With starry eyes and cash in hand Pledge to all the master plan Just face the truth or fund the farce At one with your god Your sole intent Your treasured place assured For a substantial rent Global lunacy Death threats for supposed blasphemy No room for free thought All non believers pushed to the floor Aggressive tyrants Supposed saints for the cause Judgement through force Faith a fuel for pointless wars When all is done Who shall benefit? Who is the one? Not to those who pass on But those dictators divine waving their deceitful wands. |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
An integral sense
Comes with belonging to a scene Supposedly absent of barriers (When sexism is only one of many) Earnest words Calling for unity of the sexes When she's still the chick, or stupid bitch (Ridiculed for showing an interest). Hidden indifference Strikes an emotion reaction When you see an animal being abused. Yet un-noticed when a woman Is abused in the same way. The links in oppression Stem from the same degradation But to one our eyes remain closed. Actively abusing the rights of one Whilst fighting for those of another. The 'scene' may hold a different name, But the roleplays just the same. Egual rights are fine, As long as she's in her place. Outrightly denouncing fascism Whilst oblivious to it taking place, Is condemnation of standarts, All an act to save face. Unity a stark ambition When out abuse surpasses recognition |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
A chronic complaint of dimness.
Prevails your profound ideology. A romantic vision of a master race. Attained through coercive forms of authority. Your observance is negligence. If you see the threat from difficult cultures. We're all in this sinking ship. Each of us together. Where does the whiteman stand? Where does the blackman stand? Where do we all fucking stand/ Knee deep in the shit! Lock into yourself and you'll find the real oppressor. To a life of unchallenged hate. It's yourself who's the "nigger" |
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
Is anger always a positive reaction ?
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from Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997)
Before my eyes I see a wall,
12, 000 miles high, And the same amount wide. Within that wall are faces Of people To whom I once could relate. Now communicating seems hard, When there's an ego barrier to break through. Opinions of self opinion Cloud a new horizon, The vision a mere illusion. Biased in conclusion, Trapped in seclusion, To the outside - exclusion. When an attitude is so biased, What can you expect to change? Banging your head, But the wall's not moving, It's enclosing. Burning so much energy Enthusiasm burning Is change the 'real' obsession? Or with a sense of pretention, Do you merely stive for cedible attention? |
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from Napalm Death - Breed To Breathe (1998)
Sympathise - simplify - magnify - to divide.
Isolate - zero in - intensify - to divide. All intensive purposes. All intensive purposes. Pacify - dominate - fabricate - co-exist. Animate - motivate - instigate - to divide. All intensive purposes. All intensive purposes. A functional virus - sent in asylum. Sever relationships - independently. Isolate the problem - with persuasion. Another setback - to live a life condemned. Eyes upon one and we are bombarded. Perseverance - or persevere awayance. (life) the veil of secrecy - set the example. Declare significance - a voice that disagrees |
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from Napalm Death - Breed To Breathe (1998)
Sucked up eyesore
bleeding you dry. Dragged down deep, gut fuck breakdown. Bled dry. Take you and use you, lose you I forget you. Side on swallow, licked but I can't taste; spat out still whole, it's nothing but waste. Bled dry. Take you and use you, lose you I forget you. Sweat, shake, die, now I want it all. Pore deep blowout burst bite haul. Take you and use you, lose you I forget you |
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from Napalm Death - Breed To Breathe (1998)
Divorced humanity
Science strays Walk the path of servitude Grown unknown malignant code Misconceived the passion whole Misconceived the passion whole Born against the innocent Amongst us issues preset Determined goals which are set Love: a crime of severance [Chorus] Are we free to feel!? Do we hurt to heal!? Whose life to steal!? Whose pain is real!? Breed to breathe! [/Chorus] Awareness fails the public eye Primate morals sell the lie 2.2 - symbolic bait A process - bound genetic fate [Chorus] The selfish feed - breed to breathe! |
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All this pain is a hate disease,
intravened into my heart. Bittersweet emotional fall choking dry the lifeline strong? A time stretched farce. Who do we fool? Salacious thoughts pulling at strings. Intake decay, the vision burns. Intake decay, stranger now. Feed on the lie that kept it strong. Do we confess? Admit our worth. I drown myself in my fears insecure, How can I trust passing time reassure? There's no more me. I drown myself in my fears insecure, How can I trust passing time reassure? Reclusive me, instigate, fence off blows. Forced to admit - Realise how it goes. There's no more me |
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Your unflappable conceptions
Moralistic views Never open to criticism Your overpowering ruse Promises of sanctuary In eternal bliss With starry eyes and cash in hand Pledge to all the master plan Just face the truth or fund the farce At one with your god Your sole intent Your treasured place assured For a substantial rent Global lunacy Death threats for supposed blasphemy No room for free thought All non believers pushed to the floor Aggressive tyrants Supposed saints for the cause Judgement through force Faith a fuel for pointless wars When all is done Who shall benefit? Who is the one? Not to those who pass on But those dictators divine waving their deceitful wands. |
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from Napalm Death - Breed To Breathe (1998)
Pushed aside the feelings
jeopardising all. Caught the chain reaction, rolling with the fall. Forget the friendship, the points made loud and clear. Where was the kinship for which we endear? Soulless execution - mixing guilt with blame, breaking point in contact - No more vain demands. Time will come. Pleasing all to punish, stepping up the race, pulling all resources, pushing up the stakes. Time will come. Growing from the sadness, living day by day, learning from the madness, paying all the way. Time will come |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Showering with your respect
Luring all with trinkets Benefits are in effect Take time to reflect on all true commitments Now the big-noise reject Communication breakdown You shrug off the resolve Riddled with the cancer How does your life revolve ? Loser of integrity Antibody gives new release Relieves the pain of being sincere Important to maintain the ties Mentor in the public's eye Scandal could expose the lie A shadow of your former self reaping the rewards no scam too outrageous when there's more to be fought for Poisonous snake with a persuasive gaze Predatory guru with promises of gain His antibody is a painless extraction of all the principles he once stood fast On |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
25 years severed,
Take it and like it, Feel like there's nothing more, And your story. [Chorus] Thirsty, despised, Real love destroys. Hungry for anger. Hungry for... anger. The face behind the face [x4] Cold forgiveness meant not for me [x4] The face behind the face [x4] Cold forgiveness meant not for me [x4] Race against time, collapse. Fall in line, nothing is sacred. [Chorus] |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
There is a fascist inside of you,
controlling your life and what you do. Fascist control. There is a fascist inside your head, controlling your mind until you're dead. Fascist control. |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
A fragile peace that exists inside
A frame so shallow, so narrow-minded. An open wound - we run inside. A raging turmoil. Helplessness confides... [Chorus:] Cursed to crawl for pale and bleeding heart Cursed to crawl Pale and bleeding. Cursed to crawl for pale and bleeding heart Cursed to crawl PAle and bleeding. Enter this sphere, commonplace, borderline. Between my rage, Between my hate. Damn our mistakes. Fixation blinds. The pain of knowing the truth beyond... [Chorus x2] Unprepared. A gruesome display, perhaps a replay - self-inflicted. Reduced to nothing, my piece of mind seduced. Unworthiness. The scars never heal... [Chorus] |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
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 the rot? No standing to reason, 'cause reason is treason - It doesn't feasible. No standing to reason, 'cause reason is treason - It doesn't feasible. Lie down. And cry all you can. The machine rolls over you. No standing to reason, 'cause reason is treason - It doesn't feasible. No standing to reason, 'cause reason is treason - It doesn't feasible. It just don't seem feasible - no! Black to the NAzi - try pleading affinity Hands up, boot in, shattering the passive dream. But is it right to tolerate this fucked democratic process? - no! Shattering the passive dream Is it 'cause we like to hear the sound of our voice? Big-hearted diatribes, just like my dilemma. Time to return compliments, shattering the passive dream? |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Blindness leading.
Which one of me is real? Through corridors of uncertainity A force without form. I've dug a hole so deep, full of the shit of compromise. For once can't I keep pain on the outside. Adapt. Take on release. Others. Thoughts infringed. Adapt. Take on release. A life - On pause syringed. (x2) A glimpse into genocide. My own emotionsm a million strong. A heart so full of emptiness |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
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 mistruct, Instinct - the lust. Their butchery of feelings, geared for the greed killing. The greed killing! The lust denied is need (x5) Existence is a steady flow, the moulded image grows. No core, no faith in what you are, the pressure builds right from the start. The lust denied the need (x5) Could it be just sour grapes? Or have we failed to fit their shape? It's always give, and never take. How much can we give? How much can we take? The lust denied the need (x5) |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Downwards, downwards-
Life's spiraling descent. All love is lost. Premature and unreasoning. Perversely chained without any values. Wretched, degraded. Take it all on the chin. To forever hold my piece..... The reins turned noose pull taunt as I fall. The figment is more painful than the fact, And I'm the one to hang, just for being me! The murky clouds wash, solace comforts me not, And I'm the one to hang, just for being me! Black numbing blanket smothers attrition once and for all |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Your self-determined place of value
Think before you act! Can you justifiably criticise A situations development Sometimes there's only a single path Which we have to walk You realise before you even speak That we're standing in a one-way street Why should we retreat? - To satisfy your gain? Think hard - tell me What's your actual thoughts? Could you even give your brain the time of day? I'm not defending things I've said or done But let he without sin Cast the first begrudging stone I the truth be known Your desire to judge unchallenged And revel in the according attention |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Never hope nor choice
Emotionless and cold This is life? Illusions shattered An existence of lies A constant struggle Freedom denied At their feet Submission No sanctuary in death Drugged up, fucked up Is that all you're worth |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Delude yourself with the notion
That life's viewed defiantly through your eye Subconsciously following the flock From which appearance is the only exemption The stagnant illusion of change Concealed behind your disguise What's perspicious on the surface Is artificial inside When views are merely symbolic Of an image you hide behind The stagnant illusion of change Concealed behind your disguise |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Dissention, seeking attention, yet segregation from the ones' that really cared. Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty. Cash styled deadhead, no conscience or opinions. Material gain bar happiness means shit. It means shit. Mass appeal madness eats your brain. False influence like a leach. Sucking dry your veins. Public eyes see fit your second face. Freakshow - fooling those who imitate. Clever marketing to dominate. Screwing those who gave you your big break. And when the bubble bursts, exposing your selfish crap. You'll cry for sympathy, we'll just sit back and laugh. |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
The clever box'o'tricks
Tells me I'm paranoid. But as I uncover, The sourbess and decay Echoes my suspicions- Civilized nations? - A contradictiry farce. The species supreme speaks with acid tongue. (There's) more than meets the eye. Thought process is geared To caution to te wind. We shuffle along discriminately, The danger signs ignored. Man goads woman. Child strikes infant. Turned against each other. ..of those who think it righteous To liberate the wiser, Or those who punch hardest For the land of competition. (There's) more than meets the eye. Head swims, heart cries Because hopelessness resides, When man last falls. Who'll be left to fight? (There's) more than meets the eye |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
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 treachery. My own worst enemy. Dams of emotions build A dull and trubid screen, Clouding veils of black In jungles of hopes opressed. (Chorus) So many times, For no reason. So many promised punches, For what reason? Ceaseless decay, Parallel obscene and flagrant. Ceaseless decay, Restrained my mind coils. So many times, For no reason. So many promised punches, For what reason? Ceaseless decay, Parallel obscene and flagrant. Ceaseless decay, Restrained my mind coils. Played out, wide off the mark, Mania develops, Akin to fiction, More than to a world of fact. My own worst enemy. My own worst enemy. Life foul treachery |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Punk ain't no religious cult,
punk means thinking for yourself. You ain't hardcore 'cause you spike your hair, when a jock still lives inside your head. Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Fuck off ! If you've come to fight, get outta here. You ain't no better than the bouncers. We ain't trying to be the police. When you ape the cops, it ain't anarchy. Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Fuck off ! Ten guys jump one, what a man ! You fight each other, the police state wins. Stab your backs when you trash our halls. Trash a bank if you've got real balls. You still think swastikas look cool. The real nazis run your schools. They're coaches, businessmen and cops. In the real fourth reich, you'll be the first to go. Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Fuck off ! You'll be the first to go. You'll be the first to go. You'll be the first to go. Unless you think. |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Scale the inferno, take it all in
Am I right or wrong, or just confused? Glamorized, dare I say it? Fantasized, but through who's eyes? Not theirs, that's for sure! Rebuff beliefs that we've lost. A plague rages in all our hearts. Am I the last in line? To stop and turn, and pretend that we're really changing. I'd sooner DIE!........... |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Siege of power
In your land Too many problems For you to understand Siege of power Inside your mind Outward restrictions To keep you in line Siege of power - in your land Too many problems - for you to understand A slave of their power - you never question why Your going to suffer - you're going to die Siege of power - inside your mind Outward restrictions - to keep you in line You're a slave of their power - you never questioned why You were made to suffer - you were born to die Siege of power They made you a tool While others were ruling You were being ruled |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
Your unflappable conceptions
Moralistic views Never open to criticism Your overpowering ruse Promises of sanctuary In eternal bliss With starry eyes and cash in hand Pledge to all the master plan Just face the truth or fund the farce At one with your god Your sole intent Your treasured place assured For a substantial rent Global lunacy Death threats for supposed blasphemy No room for free thought All non believers pushed to the floor Aggressive tyrants Supposed saints for the cause Judgement through force Faith a fuel for pointless wars When all is done Who shall benefit? Who is the one? Not to those who pass on But those dictators divine waving their deceitful wands. |
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from Napalm Death - Bootlegged In Japan (1998)
A chronic complaint of dimness.
Prevails your profound ideology. A romantic vision of a master race. Attained through coercive forms of authority. Your observance is negligence. If you see the threat from difficult cultures. We're all in this sinking ship. Each of us together. Where does the whiteman stand? Where does the blackman stand? Where do we all fucking stand/ Knee deep in the shit! Lock into yourself and you'll find the real oppressor. To a life of unchallenged hate. It's yourself who's the "nigger" |
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from Napalm Death - Words From The Exit Wound (1999)
Super-power - soup from bloated pyres.
Ultra-pristine - break off a nation, take a bite. Covet me dearly, shaft me completely, cleanse me impure 'til the doctrine sticks. Super-focused - fields of red to dredge. Ultra-conscious - earmarked? devil? in your wake. Covet me dearly, shaft me completely, cleanse me impure 'til the doctrine sticks. Might is right to blight in the just scheme of things. Bombs for sludge for blood, (generations) snuffed out on a whim. Husk of a patriot. Vapours of a soul blown off. Husk of a patriot. |
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from Napalm Death - Words From The Exit Wound (1999)
Waylaid by the hand that leads.
Scale the heights of intimacy. Forewarned, unarmed, one intoxicating whiff and you're snared. Dose up to delirium, cross circles of death for the good, deflect (all) contests. One intoxicating whiff and you're snared. Mock me - I'm convulsing. I'm clutching at barbs. Crass pity goes the deepest, it magnifies the dross. A grip enforced - barely healing. I'm clutching at barbs. Leave me to snatch and paw then lick my wounds. Struggle spent, I concede defeat. Swing for scumbags who heaved the leash. Soft hands, sweet chance, one intoxicating whiff and I'm snared! |
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from Napalm Death - Words From The Exit Wound (1999)
Fall in line - a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs - select and televise Fall in line - a race to sacrifice Blood red highs - detract desensitize Draining my lack of perception, feeding the strength of remorse, accepting these mute aggressions for seeing the truth once more. No one is listening. Pushing connection to failure, defacing our strength of worth. No loyalty here for the twisted. No saviour for the perverse. This season treason. Come so far just to go back, to escape the rats - the potential craving lunacy. Conducting reaction in fractions. Judgements collective inapt; addiction for this, the solution: devouring depraved take the axe |
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from Napalm Death - Words From The Exit Wound (1999)
Spurned my own motives.
Can I vacate these premises? Siphoned off, Sealed my walls. Strike a light then screw the vice. Callouses that keep my peace - blemished blissfully, torched off in a fiery sea, defiled first degree. Searching flames darkens embrace. And lost crimes laid raw and bare, guarded eyes with intruded glare. Incendiary incoming Picking out thoughts like carrion, cannot put the finger on. Un-brotherly love sears worse than those unknown. Shards of spite cut lines of sight. And lost crimes laid raw and bare, guarded eyes with intruded glare. Incendiary incoming |
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from Napalm Death - Words From The Exit Wound (1999)
Stuck in the learning hole,
there is no teaching that I can subscribe to - Just the hatred of being afraid. Trapped in a nightmare, nothing can alter this. Just another daydream, calendar sadness. Lucid, inducing swarm becoming closer but getting colder. The caustic grip insane. Lucid induced Pre-shaping destiny - hiding inside of me. Primate illusions of how all this should be. Next of kin to chaos |
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from Napalm Death - Words From The Exit Wound (1999)
Phobic - eggshell-walking on a brink.
Camera sensor eyes pierce. We excuse stone-set normality. yet send tremors through morality. Frozen optics, traction for outspoken heads. Fuck your badgeless, rankless dirge and bizarre take on community concern. Division is your vision. Cajoled - jostled into position where we can't ascend or defend. Funny how you're moulded by perfection; Which visionary told you so? Curse our influence, traction for outspoken heads. Your true colours make us reel - scab Garish hue with bilious sheen - scab no dressing up to the nines - scab It's permanent under the skin. Policing the detritus - unclean! Policing the benign? Fuck your badgeless, rankless dirge and fuck assumptions that we're dirt This derision builds a prison... for you! |
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from Napalm Death - Words From The Exit Wound (1999)
It's a straight and narrow path
or is it fate which takes our hand? Play the game, praise the man that fakes the masterplan; take the rough with the smooth. Whose loss do we loose? What else could we disprove? Who shapes the abuse? You prostitute integrity and blindly steal identity. Buy it out and watch it die; fashion talks, the bullshit flies. Bite your tongue and breath a sight; take the fall or take the climb. Streamlined and new improved, a nation sadly out of tune. Is it just old-fashioned - creation with a passion? Just an observation of a machine generation. Push this. The same old song. Is the message lost in this - that's not politics? There's a rhyme to this reason: they're one and the same. Take the heart they've broke and the money they've choke; you're left with no answer to this industry chancer. Just an observation of a machine generation. Push this. The same old song |
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from Napalm Death - Words From The Exit Wound (1999)
Shaped thus, shipped'em out
a new deal to flog and flout. Buried up to the neck in socio-aggregate; Twist an arm and drag it back. Infiltraitor reclaims the rhetoric. Infiltraitor turns the kindness milk. Infiltraitors! A now and later policy suits privileged contingency. A now and later policy crowns privileged contingency. Firmly entrenched, flip the cards. Buy it up and starve it under cultivating on the middle thatch all withers through the barren patch. High-flying, Market the proles - the ornemental and quaint. Lower-stooping, disbanding in union. Spine snaps on the make. Throwing stances, juggling a standpoint so it won't offend. Tailored muses; sharp, econo-friendly. Spine snaps on the make |
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from Napalm Death - Words From The Exit Wound (1999)
Ulterior Exterior
Murderers! stoop up the cry. Stoop much lower than thou. Flush out militant vermin, revenge won't stain (your) virginal gowns. Ulterior exterior bucks your state, it's inferior. Ulterior exterior - justice-minded from afar. Counteract, tit-for-tat. Your loyals taking scalps are the mercy men hammering entitlements to your mast. Ulterior exterior arms appeal with your name on. Ulterior exterior - dictum-vying from afar. White knuckles quash your simple human touch. Revolution's children are but a madmen's larvae ...to be squashed! |
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from Napalm Death - Enemy Of The Music Business (2001)
Blunt/ on the cuttong/ edge!
This is stylistic disaster Or so I'm told Won't meet your estimations Do well to fold Can't keep up to the dummy run Am I redundant? Nice and neat (with a) sideline in grief I'll stay unkempt A real cutting edge is th scourge of the norm For all the angst, you're tantrum-fuelled dolls Abrasiveness a convenience Sell for a score Come up clean doing the dirty Cut and run, then dissolve Mould in motion See straight through Transparent you A real cuting edge is the scourge of the norm For all the angst, you're tantrum-fuelled dolls I'm blunted, I'm blunted on the cutting edge Sharpness diminished through truth to myself I'm rusted, I'm rusted on the cutting edge Sight-lines cloud over when met with pretence Together. Drop the act! Drop the act! I'm blunted, I'm blunted on the cutting edge Sharpness diminished through truth to myself I'm rusted, I'm rusted on the cuting edge Sight-lines cloud over when met with pretence Drop the act! Drop the act! |
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