Napalm Death - Breed to Breathe [instrumental] | Текст песни

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Divorced humanity,
science strays.
Walk the path of servitude.
Grown unknown malignant code
misconceived the passion whole.

Misconceive the passion whole.

Born against the innocent ;
amongst us issues preset.
Determined goals which are set.
Love : a crime of severance.

Are we free to feel ?
Do we hurt to heel ?

Whose life to steal ?
Whose pain is real ?

Breed to breathe.

Awareness fails the public eye,
Primate morals sell the lie.
2.2 - symbolic bait.
A process - bound genetic fate.

The selfish feed -
Breed to breathe

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