Vārdi:
Napalm Death Utopia Banished

Humored, presumed Hysterical for showing alarm Wise man, fuck you In the hands of wasters A means to an end Cast over us appraising eye Blind us with

We aren't their hatch We are being bred through slavery Thought trained to succeed From here on the pain begins We're maggots cast, sea of struggle Bait

Prolonged exposure in a world Where I try to belong, I try to belong Character cessation On a major scale of depression Declining sense of fear A fear

Saturating, pre-assuming icon of the youth Ways and means to call the shots Fingers in the pies which resign us from vacant urges Facing the bombardment

Got time to kill Sometimes I wallow in the air Sometimes between a state Of good intention and pathos No worries, I've got time to kill Wear my bleeding

No way forward or back, in stalemate, we stagnate Life cycle is an automation, instinctively, we race to get ahead? And now our virgin minds are raped

: I abstain! Summon my pride? What? Pride behind your blinkered eyes? Your vigilance is shit "The lads together" - you fall! Smug complacency, Notions

: No way forward or back, In stalemate, we stagnate, Life cycle is an automation, Instinctively, we race to get ahead? And now our virgin minds are

: Saturating, pre-assuming icon of the youth, Ways and means to call the shots, Fingers in the pies which resign us from vacant urges, Facing the bombardment