Slow Napalm Death songs

Your pride
Why should your pride be so restricted?
Restricted to a mere fraction of this earth.
This earth from which we have all evolved.
This earth where all of its people are downtrodden.
Downtrodden by all those who stand to prosper from exploitation.
Downtrodden by those whose slime infests your weak minds.
--Your weak minds.




"I am in a world of shit."

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




Tearing me down
Bringing me around
When do we stop?
Nobody ever knows


Odds are stacked with hooks to catch
The creeping doubt that strains the cracks

Morale - blitzed - morale
Culled - morale
Morale

Invite the plague to hasten the conversion
Or piss upon the incorruptible
Deny a way in

Morale - sheared - morale
Drained - morale
Morale

The passage of the scapegoat
In acceptance
And endgame from a platform
A mortal wounding.

Morale



SMEAR CAMPAIGN

Cheated the way from fringe to elite
Clique of stylists
Rounded illogic skipping a beat
To a dead cert

Dry-heaving charges and bursting the abscess
With a forked tongue
Bloated with courage
And spewing with cloying self-importance

Drop your targets
Aim sights lower
Leave unblemished those with real power

Smear Campaign

Stroke two faces
Nests to feather
Leave unblemished those with real power

A thousand cuts
Beat yourself proud
Leave unblemished those with real power

ATHEIST RUNT

I'm an empty, vain shell
Detached and stricken
Bereft of richness from your faith

Restrain this runt
Neutralise this runt
Behead this runt amid pillars of salt

Knives out and poised
The balanced fall - consumed
And onto their own blades

Restrain this runt
Neutralise this runt
Behead this runt amid pillars of salt

Disabled in limbo
Enabled if I stand down
And fall onto my own blade