Текст Napalm Death – Suppressed Hunger

I’m sweating out the dregs of excellent
Over everyday balances and checks
Apparently in the spirit of forging ahead
Apparently in the spirit of forging ahead

I’m wasting away on a diet of hunger suppressants

Pause to ponder a sensuous wander — emaciated

A mirage of bliss on a diet of hunger suppressants

Perpetual dread that I’m not keeping pace
Avert the gaze from pure stimulus
Counting down in joyless retrospect
Counting down in joyless retrospect

The schedule insists
The status quo is adamant — emaciated

The «initiative» is the bitter slog
Numbness and boredom no call to a hait
The «initiative» is the bitter slog
Numbness and boredom no call to a hait

The schedule insists
The status quo is adamant
Emaciated
Emaciated
Emaciated, emaciated

Brief respite sees the absorption of junk
Yet more countless hours squandered
Brief respite sees the absorption of junk
Yet more countless hours squandered

Daring to die will come
As an ill-mannered shirk
Emaciated
Emaciated

Daring to die will come
As an ill-mannered shirk — emaciated