Sometimes I wallow, in an air,
Somewhere between a state of good intention and pathos - no worries!
I've got time to kill!
Wear my bleeding heart on a discerning sleeve,
The mind is there but the spirit's weak - time to worry!
When the time is killing concern.
Presumption, an assumption.
Redemption - unsolved.
Riding on the perseverance of others with armchair ideology.
I'm a link in a chain of strength.
Destructive inner fatigue corroding our effectiveness.
Got to kick myself into gear,
Instead of shrinking from activity.
I've got time to kill my concern! Другие тексты песен "Napalm Death"
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