Lyrics Napalm Death – Purist–Realist
Text:
Purist-realist manipulates
Purist-realist segregates
Purist-realist — on their own terms
Purist-realist — you never learn
Inner loathing — the mounting hate
Hundred fights — a thousand regrets
Sacrifice — you wear me like a second skin
Dwelling on a scene of bitter love
Harping on some forgotten war
The shadow former self
Two-faced preacher — denied yourself
Purist-realist — a rotting state of grace
Cannot be me
Cannot see the once-treasured
Depleting life it shows in
You weakness, impotence
Inability to have spoken
Summarizing that teasing
That non-restricted feelings set in a moment
In dealing
Return to the source of regret
Album
Napalm Death – Napalm Death - Inside The Torn Apart
Napalm Death – The Lifeless Alarm
Napalm Death – Lowpoint
Napalm Death – Purist–Realist
Napalm Death – Indispose
Napalm Death – Prelude
Napalm Death – If Symptoms Persist
Napalm Death – Inside The Torn Apart
Napalm Death – Down In The Zero
Napalm Death – Reflect On Conflict
Napalm Death – Section
Napalm Death – Birth In Regress