Napalm Death - 1992 Utopia Banished

I Abstain!

Summon My Pride?
What? Pride Behind Your Blinkered Eyes?
Your Vigilance Is Shit
"the Lads Together" - You Fall!

Smug Complacency,
Notions Of Reserving The Right To Think With Your Fists,
I Abstain From This Mundane Apathy.

Commited To "all For Red, White And Blue"
In Effect You're Fighting For What's Really Fighting You.

"grit Those Teeth, Push Out Those Chests"
Tears Only For The Flag,
Always The Brave Patriot As You Slip To Second Class.

But You Stand Stead Fast?

People Are Not Subjects,
Why Should The Few Get More Respect?
Open Your Eyes!

Imperialism Feeds Off You,
Not Patrons But Patronised,
Open Your Eyes!

They're Shaping You - You're Trapped With 'pomp And
Circumstance'
Lose Your Discretion,
Sodom, You'll Not Fall From Grace
Endorse Their Rhetoric
You Fade, They Prosper.

I Abstain!
Don't Be A Colonial Slave,
Don't Substantiate The Act.

Prolonged Exposure,
In A World Where I Try To Belong.

I Try To Belong.

Character Cessation,
On A Major Scale Of Depression.

Declining Sense Of Fear,
A Fear That Is Growing,
That Some Divine Treason Is Making Me Feel Like Nothing.

Dementia Access, Dementia Access.

Wide Awake As I Await Sentence,
Resisting To Be Forced Access.

Dementia Access, Dementia Access.

My Immunity Lessens Every Day,
I Hope Salvation Relieves My Disdain.

Inbred Expectations In A Belt Of Social Security,
Free Thought Demolished,
Generations, Of Stereotypes Clash,
Traditional Values Abolished.

Outcries From The Blind Converted,
Mentally Shocked.

Their Forcified Vision Shies Away From Reality,
Finally Blocked.

Majority Overweigh The Scales Of Balance,
Secrets Hidden,
Sin After Sin In Their Eyes.

Understanding Is Now Too Late,
Utopia Is Banished,
The Very Morals Trusted In Have Brought Demise.

Religion, Love, Compassion,
Confuse The Truth With Lies.

Traditions To Be Changed? Accept The Inevitable?

Forge The Narrow-mindedness To Create A New Paradise.

No Way Forward Or Back,
In Stalemate, We Stagnate,
Life Cycle Is An Automation,
Instinctively, We Race To Get Ahead?

And Now Our Virgin Minds Are Raped,
Another Insignficance To Join The Rat-race

Self-indulgence With Our Grasp.
We're Taught But Torn (from) The Sanctity Of Life.
So Vulnerable,
The World Keeps Turning -
We Spin Out Of Control.

Guided, Or Could This Mean Misguided,
No Time For Questions,
Preoccupied With Pressing On,
The World Keeps Turning -
We Overdose On Overdrive.

Superior Species With Inferior Ideas,
We Overload Our Bodies And Minds,
Respect This Earth While Commiting Suicide.

Poison Trait.
We're The Cause Not The Cure,
Our Methods Of Fulfillment Will Surely Drag Us Down.

Guided, Or Could This Mean Misguided,
Our Virgin Minds Are Raped -
The World Keeps Turning -
We Overdose On Overdrive, We Spin Out Of Control.
In Stalemate, We Stagnate.

Not Lacking Insight Or Impetus To Shout Behind Ideas That Reforms In Us
Will Bring About.

(as) Parallels We Run So Close Yet As I Try To Draw To You,
Incoherence Rears Its Ugly Head,
Of Integration? You Do Your Utmost To Discourage It.

Envy, Resentment, Jealousy.
Taken Emotions - There Is No Need.

I Try So Hard To State My Case Yet As I Try To Draw To You,
Incoherence Rears It Ugly Head,
Resort To Slander - You Drive Me Further Away.

Breakdown Of Minuscule Faith - My Wasted Efforts!!

It's Your Indifference, Not Mine, That Puts Me On A Pedestal,
Then After The Fact, You Oppose Me For A Lack Of Support.
If Your Aims Are To Attract Us Condemnation,
The Bitter Taste I Had Now Strengthens My Resolve To Rise Above.

Put It On Yourself To Be
A Role Model, An Image That You Feel
Should Guide The Habits, To Form A Movement Of Self-infatuated Fools.

Keeping "each To Their Own", Where Social Bonding Is Taboo

Is It Nice To Be A Clone In Your Interpretation Of A Perfect World,
Where All Desire To Consort Is Perceived As Contagious Disease.

Keeping "each To Their Own", Where Social Bonding Is Taboo

Challenge The Sordid Claims To Purify!

Your Distinction Threatened? - Absurd!!

You Wage Crusades Of Loathing To Prove A Point - The Need For Divide,
How Can The Thought Of Unbounded Relations Kindle So Much Hate - Outcast!!

Get Your Kicks Through Persecution.
Used As Scapegoats For Your Exterior Doubts.
Exposing Weakness - Retarded, Unworthy.

I Cannot Begin To Comprehend How You Wear Such Shame With Vigour -
Homophobic Race Antagonist.

Harmony Can Only Flourish With Mutual Regard.

Reproach Envelopes Me.
A Hierarchy Through Violence-street Society.
I Voice My Contempt.

Convinced Of My Immunity.

Yet On A Smaller Scale,
In My Conflicted World,
My Resistance Is Stretched.

You Sense And Provoke.

You Mock And Degrade My Friends And Aims,
Tempting Drastic Actions - Baiting Me.

My Shame Turning, Turning To Rage.

Twisting The Knot Inside,
The Final Strains Of Restraint Discharged.

Acceleration Of Loathing, Driving My Physical Force.

The Shameful Act, The Feeling Of Angst,
I Considered Myself Incapable.

Lay Blame With Me For The "bastard" That I Am,
(you're) Too Stupid To Understand The Scars Your Cruel Words Inflict.

Taste Me,
You Made Me What I Am,
Mind Polluting Worthless Fuck.

Am I The Mental Feast,
Bruised And Scarred,
The Underdog.

A Pawn Within A Losers Game,
My Strength Will Grow Upon Your Fear.

Slime,
In Time You'll Face Your End Line.
Judge Me Not Before Yourself.
Breed,
Take My Pride - That's All You Can.
Hatred Surges Burning Me.

Feed,
For What Atonement Do You Seek,
Your Dying Grasp Of Loyalty Breaks Like Brittle Bones.

Forgotten Past,
I Stand Condemned,
For I Am More Powerful Than You'd Imagine.

Saturating, Pre-assuming Icon Of The Youth,
Ways And Means To Call The Shots,
Fingers In The Pies Which Resign Us From Vacant Urges,
Facing The Bombardment - No Escape!

Stick Your Intentions!
Parade Of Puppets
Stickly Sweet - You Stink Of Vulgarity!

Sacrifice The Faculties,
All You've Achieved Is Synthetic Scenes.

Next Step Is To Gain Approval From Those Who Ignore,
Those Who Recognise The Charade,
To Fabricate Alternatives Designed To Be Expensive
In Hand With The Regular Facade.

Acquire Acclaim With Plastic Actions,
Sickly Sweet - You Stink Of Vulgarity!

Sacrifice The Faculties,
All You've Achieved Is Synthetic Scenes.

Fit Into The Clich‚,
A Legend In Your Own Brain.
Bigoted, Motivated Only For Prestige.

A Mask For Your Inadequacy.

Preshaping To What's Required For Slick Commerciality.
Censored For Subversion,
Redundant Machine.

Don't Let Them Mould Your Identity.

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!

Got To Grab All While You Can - A Perversion!

Once You Had The Gall To Even Up The Score,
Moving In Common Circles,
Where The Circles Stood For Human Bonds.

The Tide Has Turned, Allegiance Tested.
Upward And Uninterested.

Beforehand, Adamant And Strong,
Prosperity Could Not Transform,
Snort The Drug, Gather The Assets,
Step On The Head Of The Drowning Man.

The Tide Has Turned, Allegiance Tested.
Upward And Uninterested.

Hailed A Saviour As Enterprise Succeeds,
Your Obsession Overrides.
Where Once You Fought To Stop The Trap Enclosing,
Now You Lay The Bait.

Speculate, Capitalize.
Words That Distort To Promote Financial Genocide.
Ideals For Trade, Respect Invested.
Upward And Uninterested.

Got To Grab All While You Can - A Perversion!

Pushed, Promoted, Justified?
Perhaps Not Guaranteed.
Reassuring Cash Transfer Providing Leads,
Media Profile - Fallacies We Need?

I Think Not!
Labels Breed The Money Making Rock Machines.
Broadening Mind, Eyes Blind.

Criticism For The Masses - Or For Themselves?

Progression Of Procession?
Do Opinions Count Or Do They Mount?

The Piles Of Shit,
(that The) Alternative Press Delights Us With.
Critique Elite - Ill Informed.

No Wrong Can Be Done, Depending On The Trend At Times To Be Untrendy.

Unexpired Exile,
Reluctantly We All Indulge Their Tasteful Hype.

Thought Trained To Succeed.
From Here On The Pain Begins.
We're Maggots, Cast In The Sea Of Struggle -
Bait For The Big Fish.

Crawl, Forever Crawling,
Faith Holds No Answers,
Ravenous - They Greedily Suck Away Your Will To Even Argue.

A Belief In Something Better,
Downtrodden Hopes Still Linger,
Faces Bear The Same Shallow Fear Of Forgotten Prosperity.

Powers Change.
The Promise Of Reward,
Declarations False And Injust,
Tame Insecurity.
A Dreamlike Notion That Life Eases By.
Cushioning The Blow Of Impending Reality,
Aimlessness Is Flogging Us - Awake!

Sadness, Despair.
Sometimes The Things I Cherish,
Sometimes That's All I've Got,
And That's Enough.

Bitterness, Anger.
Man Made Torture,
Not To Be Shared.