Napalm death – Thrown down a rope
Someone wants me deadFrom the neck and upwardsRope weaved by these handsBox of my toilsCoerced, dazed by a sucker punchReeling,
Someone wants me deadFrom the neck and upwardsRope weaved by these handsBox of my toilsCoerced, dazed by a sucker punchReeling,
Pushed aside the feelingsJeopardizing allCaught the chain reactionRolling with the fallForget the friendshipThe points made loud and clearWhere was the
Gut level, below it allOut of duty, just hereFeeling like a knife`s being twistedIn the hole of how it isFalse
Gut level, below it allOff duty, just hereFeeling like a knife`s being twistedIn the hole of how it isFalse hope,
Admiration`s one thingLucid submission anotherOur gracious heads of stateOur vacuous heads of stateKings and queens, order of the leechMajesty? Don`t
A vision of lifeWhere together we walkUnbound from an existenceOf fear and painThe key to whichIs self-containedExternal freedomMust evolve from
Murderers, stoop up the cryStoop much lower than thouFlush out militant verminRevenge won`t stain virginal gownsUlterior exteriorBucks your state, it`s
[Music 0 Napalm Death][Lyrics0 Nick Bullen, Justin Broadrick]An easy scapegoat for your blame,Racial hatred, a creed of shame.UncleanYour `Master Race`,
A chronic complaint of dimnessPrevails your profound ideologyA romantic vision of a @master race@Attained through coercive forms of authorityYour observance
Is anger always a positive reaction?Is understanding often subdued by emotion?
Witness torment in its purest formImpossible definition of infinite painLook into my eyesWhat do you think you see?What you see
The rats on this earthHave nothing on youAn insect to those whichCrawl the sewersDevourerPlundererDeceptorSniff out a scheme and leaveThe scraps