Lyrics Napalm Death – Blunt Against The Cutting Edge

Blunt / on the cutting / edge!

This is stylistic disaster
Or so I’m told
Won’t meet your estimations

Nice and neat
(with a) sideline in grief
I’ll stay unkempt

A real cutting edge is the scourge of the norm
For all the angst, you’re tantrum-fueled dolls

Abrasiveness a convenience
Sell for a score
Come up clean doing the dirty
Cut and run, then dissolve

Mold in motion
See straight through
Transparent you

A real cutting edge is the scourge of the norm
For all the angst, you’re tantrum-fueled dolls

I’m blunted, I’m blunted on the cutting edge
Sharpness diminished through truth to myself

I’m rusted, I’m rusted on the cutting edge
Sight-lines cloud over when met with pretense

Together
Drop the act!
Drop the act!

I’m blunted, I’m blunted on the cutting edge

I’m rusted, I’m rusted on the cutting edge
Sight-lines cloud over when met with pretense

Drop the act!
Drop the act!