Napalm death – My own worst enemy

Played out, wide off the mark,mania develops,akin to fiction,more than to a word of fact.My own worst enemy.My own worst enemy.Lifes foul teachery.My own worst enemy.Dams of emotion builda dull and turbid screen,cloudlike veils of blackin jungles of hopes oppressed.(repeat chorus)So many times,for no reason.So many promised punches,for what reason?

Scroll to Top