Текст Napalm Death – Glimpse Into Genocide

Blindness leading.
Which one of me is real?
Through corridors of uncertainity
A force without form.

I’ve dug a hole so deep,
full of the shit of compromise.
For once can’t I keep
pain on the outside.

Adapt.
Take on release.
Others.
Thoughts infringed.
Adapt.
Take on release.
A life —
On pause syringed.
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A glimpse into genocide.
My own emotionsm a million strong.
A heart so full of emptiness —