Repression Out Of Uniform Lyrics By Napalm Death

Phobic - eggshell-walking on a brink.
Camera sensor eyes pierce.
We excuse stone-set normality.
yet send tremors through morality.

Frozen optics,
traction for outspoken heads.

Fuck your badgeless, rankless dirge
and bizarre take on community concern.
Division is your vision.

Cajoled - jostled into position
where we can't ascend or defend.
Funny how you're moulded by perfection;
Which visionary told you so?

Curse our influence,
traction for outspoken heads.

Your true colours make us reel - scab
Garish hue with bilious sheen - scab
no dressing up to the nines - scab
It's permanent under the skin.

Policing the detritus - unclean!
Policing the benign?

Fuck your badgeless, rankless dirge
and fuck assumptions that we're dirt
This derision builds a prison... for you!

The Lifeless Alarm Lyrics By Napalm Death

Tearing me down
Bringing me around
When do we stop?
Nobody knows

Birth In Regress Lyrics By Napalm Death

Feast your eyes on
It reflects on
Can't pertain to
Can't belong to
Vicious cycle
Faultless conflict
Self-preserving
Birth in Regress
In the midst of confusion
The warm sound of shelter
Shelve the plans of expansion
The warm sound of shelter
Promising all
Delivering Nothing
Dependently reassuring
Come to terms with
Serves no purpose
Self-preserving
Birth in regress
Set in motion
Visual concepts
Sabotage the birth in regress
To subdue the calm before the storm
In it's stillness, in it's stillness
To subdue the calm before the storm
In it's stillness - desperate measures
To feel so unworthy
To see the apathy
To turn the cold shoulder and stoop to desperate measures
Any way, shape or form
Reversing in circles
A thought unappealing
How long can you maintain enthusiastic faces?
Any way, shape or form

Stigmatized Lyrics By Napalm Death

Blissfully ignorant
Content and unaware
Not your problem
Why should you care?
Not normal
An easy target for release
Infected from birth
This sickening disease
You sanctimonious slime
Understanding discarded
The truth is clear
It's you that's retarded

Circle Of Hypocrisy Lyrics By Napalm Death

(Lyrics Greenway : Music Harris, Mick)

Talk of unity - a far cry from the slander and rivalry
Why should we encourage what is in fact a circle of hypocrisy
Impulsive jealousy
Where's the so-called harmony?
Internally untrusting
Externally inspiring
Assume your place above the rest
The wisest of the less
The knowledge you'll never possess
Compensated for with single-mindedness
Bored with life you turn to text
Battleground for pettiness
Pick at flies to justify
Temper's raised - You wonder why?
Why?
Supposedly Accessible
Come support our scene
Just another target
Harassed to the extreme

Hiding Behind Lyrics By Napalm Death

(Lyrics Greenway : Music Harris, Mick)

Search for purity leads to insecurity
Individuality an incapability
Trapped within outside theories
Ideals adopted, agreeable on basis
Yet to question aspects a cardinal sin
Should self expression mean social loss of face
Labelled unaware because you beg to differ
Hiding behind a shroud of belief
Staunchly involved, highly confused
Confidence in your firmly lodged thoughts
Yet take a back seat while others speak for you
Should every single thinking moment
be saturated with political stance
Striving for perfection
Fear of group rejection
Better to be at mental ease
Than harbouring thoughts not mutually agreed
The spoken mind and reasons why

Retching On The Dirt Lyrics By Napalm Death

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 glove, an iron fist to some.
I'm hounded by white - right might that wants the country pure.
I'm incensed by those in awe of "living amongst their own".
Selective perfection will cut their own throats!
I'm constantly forcing the point, but we're all retching on dirt, =
and we'll choke if we don't spit it out!

Pride Assassin Lyrics By Napalm Death

Brought forth into an acceptance.
Expected mass production.
All cloned to obey without fail.
To question means breaking the mold.
To turn your back, that courage you lack...
Or live in pretense.
In youth, confused.
Prime for manipulation.
An open sore cursed with their social infections.
"Absorb to be seen as a failure"
"Not fit to breath the air we take in"
Pride Assassin.
True feelings call for deviation.
But could you face mass condemnation.
Pride Assassin.
Backed into a corner.
Why should you adhere to their illusions?
And their orders?
Willing to dictate yet for themselves exemption.
Evaluate your brain, form your own opinions.
To be an individual - compassionate and free.