Napalm Death - Repression Out Of Uniform | Текст песни

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• 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!