Vārdi:
Napalm Death Utopia Banished

: Put it on yourself to be A role model, an image that you feel Should guide the habits, to form a movement of self-infatuated fools. Keeping "Each

: Sadness, despair. Sometimes the things I cherish, Sometimes that's all I've got, And that's enough. Bitterness, anger. Man made torture, Not to be

: Thought trained to succeed. From here on the pain begins. We're maggots, cast in the sea of struggle - Bait for the big fish. Crawl, forever crawling

: Got to grab all while you can - a perversion! Once you had the gall to even up the score, Moving in common circles, Where the circles stood for human

Put it on yourself to be A role model, an image that you feel Should guide the habits, to form a movement of self-infatuated fools. Keeping "Each to

Reproach envelopes me. A hierarchy through violence-street society. I voice my contempt. Convinced of my immunity. Yet on a smaller scale, In my conflicted

Sadness, despair. Sometimes the things I cherish, Sometimes that's all I've got, And that's enough. Bitterness, anger. Man made torture, Not to be shared

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

Sometimes I wallow, in an air, Somewhere between a state of good intention and pathos - no worries! I've got time to kill! Wear my bleeding heart on