Tekster:
Napalm Death From Enslavement To Obliteration

So this ordeal we're subjected to Is all part of being [in] love? Two minds of intense confusion Contained in feelings of spite and mistrust The closer

Domesticate me Into your ideal creation Fondle me When in need of attention Brutalise me As a target for your aggression Inject me With your putrid diseases

reflect Upon the response they receive A sense of insecurity Prevents my instincts being followed Fear lies in my openness Meeting rejection from the

Female subservience To impervious male dominance Male subservience to the cuntries' defence It's a mans world So you'd better act like one!

Preaching secondhand ideas Tried and tested subjects rear Practice what you preach A moral attitude you think they lack Lacks in you when you turn your

and feelings we should be able to share But are we slowly crawling up our own arse? Has the influence drawn from positive expression Now lost it's strength

our ruthless search for prosperity We become the tools of our own oppression Forming the backbone of a society That thrives on mass division From enslavement... To obliteration

: Delude yourself with the notion That life's viewed defiantly through your eye Subconsciously following the flock From which appearance is the only

reflect Upon the response they receive A sense of insecurity Prevents my instincts being followed Fear lies in my open-ness Meeting rejection from the