Текст Napalm Death – Atheist Runt

I’m an empty, vain shell
Detached and stricken
Bereft of richness from your faith

Restrain this runt

Knives out and poised
The balanced fall — consumed
And onto their own blades

Restrain this runt
Neutralise this runt
Behead this runt amid pillars of salt

Disabled in limbo
Enabled if I stand down
And fall onto my own blade