By Napalm Death, Sanctimonious, reproduce to repent
Nurture the unloved
And drag them out as
By Napalm Death, There's only one war to end all war
It's the loathing
By Napalm Death, I chase my toil
Hammering a nail against the grain of
By Napalm Death, Scars dig deep they bleed seeds
Within wounds I feed
The pools
By Napalm Death, Must have peace
Arsenals in the sky
Must have peace
Through we'll strike
By Napalm Death, I'd rating die probing something
Than see the urge, shot to
By Napalm Death, Cut the line, I'm suffocating
Cannot feel, without I'm aching
Desire lost,
By Napalm Death, Go
Shooting from the lip at tired old cliches
Well, it takes
By Napalm Death, In a days for days
Let normality blur the vision
Perseverance in
By Napalm Death, The pulse of the world when it stopped for a
By Napalm Death, Count, countless opinions, a hotbed of riches
Last remaining entitlement
Feeling valued,
By Napalm Death, Admiration's one thing
Lucid submission another
Our gracious heads of state
Our vacuous
