ترانه:
Napalm Death Words From The Exit Wound

Super power Soup from bloated pyres Ultra pristine Break off a nation, take a bite Covet me dearly, shaft me completely Cleanse me impure till the doctrine

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

Phobic eggshell walking on a brink Camera sensor eyes pierce We excuse stone-set normality Yet send tremors through morality Frozen optics Traction for

Someone wants me dead From the neck and upwards Rope weaved by these hands Box of my toils Coerced, dazed by a sucker punch Reeling, believing that these

: 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

: 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

: Super-power - soup from bloated pyres. Ultra-pristine - break off a nation, take a bite. Covet me dearly, shaft me completely, cleanse me impure '

: I'm impervious, this subservience demeans a mental gait. It' insensible, just be digestible and tether down that rage. No ignoramus (or) sufferer

: Someone wants me dead from the neck and upwards. Rope weaved by these hands, box of my toils. Coerced - dazed by a suckerpunch. Reeling - believing