Besedila: Napalm Death. Noise For Music's Sake. I Abstain.

I abstain, summon my pride?
What pride lies behind blinkered eyes?
Your vigilance is shit, "The lads together"
You'll fall, smug complacency, notions of reserving
The right to think with your fists

I abstain from this mundane apathy
Committed to, "All for red, white and blue"
In effect you're fighting for what's really fighting you
"Grit those teeth, push out those chests"

Tears only for the flag, always the brave patriot
As you slip to second class, but you stand steady fast?
People are not subjects, why should the few get more respect?
Open your eyes, imperialism feeds off you not patrons

But patronized, open your eyes, they're shaping you
You're trapped with, "Pomp and circumstance"
Lose your discretion, soon, you'll not fall from grace endorse
Their rhetoric you fade, they prosper, they're shaping you

You're trapped with, "Pomp and circumstance"
Lose your discretion, soon, you'll not fall from grace endorse
Their rhetoric you fade, they prosper, I abstain
Don't be a colonial slave, don't substantiate the act