Текст Napalm Death – Repression Out Of Uniform

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!