Besedila:
Napalm Death Fear Emptiness Despair

Lest we forget scorched earth policies Of megaton and hydrogen And taut muscle of an armory that flexes To show the world we mean business It's all smiles

The clever box'o'tricks Tells me I'm paranoid But as I uncover The sourness and decay Echoes my suspicions Civilized nations? A contradictory farce The

No place My number's up Still not good enough Sequested, should I bow my head? Unlucky [unverified] Not to be a part Succession strains Accept the ordeal

choose to be fools? To be content to lose, an act of saving, of deliverance for a while. For the knowing smile of "I told you so" Fear and it's penalties

that died When I left to hide From the non-stop battering Of conditioned opinion Rest assured but not assured, all is well But I think we've dealt with the fear