Napalm Death - Diatribes | Текст песни

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Bite the bit, scream till you're blue in the face

Rice pipe dreams of pession revolution?

Feet soldiers
With weapons of placards and bonners
How will they stop the ret?
No standing to reason
'couse season is treason
It doesn't seem feasible

Lie down
And cry all you can
The machine sells over you

It just doesn't feasible – no!

Black face to next – try pleading to sifinity
Hands up, beat in, shattering the pursive dream
But is it right to tolerate this fucked democratic process?

Shattering the pursive dream

Is it 'cause we like to hear the sound of our own voice?
Big-hearted diatribes, just like my dilemma
Time to return compliments, shattering the pursive dream?


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