Слова:
Napalm Death Noise For Music S Sake

Sadness, despair Sometimes the things I cherish Sometimes that's all I've got And that's enough Enough, enough And that's enough Bitterness, anger Man

Bite the bit, scream till you're blue in the face. Nice pipe dreams or passive revolution? Foot soldiers with weapons of placards and banners. How will

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 "

Self-determined place of value Think before you act You justifiably criticize Situation development There's only a single path Which we have to walk

Dragged down deep in the shit An unemotional vacuum Fatigue replaces conscious thought Awareness ends To carry a cross, we cannot bear Falling hard without

Delude yourself with the notion That life's viewed defiantly through your eye Subconsciously following the flock From which appearance is the only exemption

Stuck in the learning hole There is no teaching That I can subscribe to Just the hatred of being afraid Trapped in a nightmare Nothing can alter this

without fail To question means breaking the mould To turn back that courage you lack Or live in pretense In youth, confused prime for manipulation

At time of birth Minds free from suspicion Senses raped Induced with superstition A pre-set mode To befit description Language, color Race definition