Besedila:
Napalm Death Fear Emptyness Despair

that died when I left to hide from non stop battering of conditioned opinion. Rest assured but not assured, all is well, but I think we've dealt with the fear

: No place. My number's up. Still not good enough. Sequested, should I bow my head? Unlucky? Not to be a part . Accept the ordeal, bar-coded. Cut the

: 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'

: So long we shared friendship, I thought (but misguided) Finally you came then, what I knew you were, all along. Spineless, you pretend to be what

: I'm retching on the dirt, it's earthiness coating my throat. I'm wincing on the bitterest pill. I refuse to swallow. I'm offered the warmth of a velvet

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

Downwards, downwards- Life's spiraling descent. All love is lost. Premature and unreasoning. Perversely chained without any values. Wretched, degraded

I've walked to the ends of the earth, and glanced into the eyes of those who were going the opposite way. They failed to bridge the gap, first contact

No place. My number's up. Still not good enough. Sequested, should I bow my head? Unlucky? Not to be a part . Accept the ordeal, bar-coded. Cut the