Tekst:
Napalm Death From Enslavement To Obliteration

feelings we should be able to share But are we slowly crawling up our own arse? Has the influence drawn from positive expression Now lost it's strength

: A clash of eyes, resets my mind Perhaps this time Retreat to nowhere [x2] A social skill that I lack Holds me back. Retreat to nowhere [x2]

In our ruthless search for prosperity We become the tools of our own oppression Forming the backbone of a society That thrives on mass division From enslavement To obliteration

In our ruthless search for prosperity We become the tools of our own oppression Forming the backbone of a society That thrives on mass division From enslavement... To obliteration

vision of life Where together we walk Unbound from an existence Of fear and pain The key to which Is self-contained External freedom Must evolve from

: Preaching secondhand ideas Tried and tested subjects rear Practise what you preach A moral attitude you think they lack Lacks in you when you turn

: Syringe into this earth A virus known as profit Extract from it the "goodness" Which in business terms means greed Make way! For another snip at

A fake sense of security From your invariable position Sinking in the crowd A face minus expression A mouth that echoes words Recycled from tradition

: Female subservience To impervious male dominance Male subservience to the cuntries' defence It's a mans world So you'd better act like one! God give