Napalm Death - Words From The Exit Wound

Artist: Napalm Death
Release: Words From The Exit Wound


1. The Infiltrator

Shaped thus, shipped ’em out
A new deal to flog and flout
Buried up to the neck in socio-aggregate
Twist an arm and drag it back
Infiltraitor reclaims the rhetoric
Infiltraitor turns the kindness milk
Infiltraitors!
A now and later policy
Suits privileged contingency
A now and later policy
Crowns privileged contingency

Firmly entrenched, flip the cards
Buy it up and starve it under
Cultivating on the middle thatch
All withers through the barren patch
High-flying
Market the proles, the ornemental and quaint
Lower-stooping
Disbanding in union
Spine snaps on the make

Throwing stances
Juggling a standpoint so it won’t offend
Tailored muses
Sharp, econo-friendly
Spine snaps on the make

2. 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!

3. Next Of Kin Chaos

Stuck in the learning hole
There is no teaching that I can subscribe to
Just the hatred of being afraid

Trapped in a nightmare
Nothing can alter this
Just another daydream
Calendar sadness

Lucid, inducing swarm
Becoming closer but getting colder
The caustic grip insane

Lucid induced

Pre-shaping destiny
Hiding inside of me
Primate illusions of how all this should be

Next of kin to chaos

4. Trio-Degradable - Affixed By Disconcern

Assume to play a common role
To pursue a common goal
Affixed by disconcern

Offer us an explanation
Or give some form of confirmation
Affixed by disconcern

Disclose the right to share the truth
Denied the right to hear the truth
Affixed by disconcern

One nation under God
See through the charade
Deliberated fraud
Now it serves no purpose

Prefabricated screams taken to extremes
To limit our dreams
Now they serve no purpose

Increasingly pessimistic
Conscience, you can’t resist it
A thought to coincide a lifetime supply…

Stimulate your curiosities
Expose yourself to generosity

Mind control to what extent?
An astronomical event
To seperate beyond the hip

Fail safe to make decisions
Conceded premonitions
Guilty we coincide a lifetime supply…

5. Cleanse Impure

Super-power
Soup from bloated pyres
Ultra-pristine
Break off a nation, take a bite

Covet me dearly
Shaft me completely
Cleanse me impure ’til the doctrine sticks

Super-focused
Fields of red to dredge
Ultra-conscious
Earmarked devil in your wake

Covet me dearly
Shaft me completely
Cleanse me impure ’til the doctrine sticks

Might is right to blight
In the just scheme of things
Bombs for sludge for blood
(Generations) snuffed out on a whim

Husk of a patriot
Vapours of a soul blown off
Husk of a patriot

6. Devouring Depraved

Fall in line, a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs, select and televise

Fall in line, a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs, detract desensitise

Draining my lack of perception
Feeding the strength of remorse
Accepting these mute aggressions
For seeing the truth once more

No one is listening

Pushing connection to failure
Defacing our strength of worth
No loyalty here for the twisted
No saviour for the perverse

This season treason

Come so far just to go back
To escape the rats
The potential craving lunacy

Conducting reaction in fractions
Judgements collective inapt
Addiction for this, the solution
Devouring depraved take the axe

7. Ulterior Exterior

Ulterior exterior

Murderers! Stoop up the cry
Stoop much lower than thou
Flush out militant vermin
Revenge won’t stain your virginal gowns

Ulterior exterior
Bucks your state, it’s inferior
Ulterior exterior
Justice-minded from afar

Counteract, tit-for-tat
Your loyals taking scalps
Are the mercy men hammering entitlements to your mast

Ulterior exterior
Arms appeal with your name on
Ulterior exterior
Dictum-vying from afar

White knuckles quash your simple human touch
Revolution’s children are but a madmen’s larvae to be squashed!

8. None The Wiser

I’m impervious
This subservience demeans a mental gait
It’s insensible
Just be digestible and tether down that rage

No ignoramus, sufferer for art
Big windows smudged, so play your part

Since when did we discard perception
As the years went flashing by?
Will characterless enigmas brake
The degenerative slide?

Not in deep for a dress to impress
Won’t go tired on vast space to defend
Not in deep for a dress to impress
Won’t go tired on vast space to defend

If maturity wipes the slate carefree
Keep me infantile
Major humane drop to the comfort zone
Smooth earth now to ride

Hereafter believable, legitimate
A model of transparency, freeze up my gaps

Since when did we discard perception
As the years went flashing by?
Will characterless enigmas brake
The degenerative slide?

Self-harming on the climb to my box
The cancer’s not eating
Other holes, it has clogged

Self-harming on the climb to my box
The cancer’s not eating
Other holes, it has clogged

Time is a climb
Dragging your chains
One-way parade

Glued to the rail
Fixed on a tail
Side-step barred

Jump with your push
Not to devoid void
But aching places

9. Clutching At Barbs

Waylaid by the hand that leads
Scale the heights of intimacy
Forewarned, unarmed
One intoxicating whiff and you’re snared

Dose up to delirium
Cross circles of death for the good
Deflect all contests
One intoxicating whiff and you’re snared

Mock me, I’m convulsing
I’m clutching at barbs
Crass pity goes the deepest
It magnifies the dross

A grip enforced, barely healing
I’m clutching at barbs
Leave me to snatch and paw
Then lick my wounds

Struggle spent, I concede defeat
Swing for scumbags
Who heaved the leash
Soft hands, sweet chance
One intoxicating whiff and I’m snared!

10. Incendiary Incoming

Spurned my own motives
Can I vacate these premises?
Siphoned off
Sealed my walls

Strike a light then screw the vice

Callouses that keep my peace, blemished blissfully
Torched off in a fiery sea
Defiled first degree

Searching flames darkens embrace

And lost crimes laid raw and bare
Guarded eyes with intruded glare

Incendiary incoming

Picking out thoughts like carrion
Cannot put the finger on
Unbrotherly love sears
Worse than those unknown

Shards of spite cut lines of sight

And lost crimes laid raw and bare
Guarded eyes with intruded glare

Incendiary incoming

11. Thrown Down A Rope

Someone wants me dead
From the neck and upwards
Rope weaved by these hands
Box of my toils

Coerced, dazed by a suckerpunch
Reeling, believing that these are the dues

Pitch back, throwback to a chastised youth
No quarter, stifled under a stich-up hood

To be made an example
Will stauch my deviant flow

Held a lever that only I can pull
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue

Bigots want my head
On a plate to sound-out

Probing, exposing delicate core to full view
Damning, programming etiquette to suit

To dissect and reset
Will staunch my deviant flow

Held a lever that only I can pull
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue
Group constrictor
Throttling a bond
Call a cull to silence our loose tongues

12. Sceptic In Perspective

It’s a straight and narrow path
Or is it fate which takes our hand?
Play the game, praise the man that fakes the masterplan
Take the rough with the smooth
Whose loss do we lose?
What else could we disprove?
Who shapes the abuse?

You prostitute integrity and blindly steal identity

Buy it out and watch it die
Fashion talks, the bullshit flies
Bite your tongue and breath a sight
Take the fall or take the climb
Streamlined and new improved
A nation sadly out of tune
Is it just old-fashioned – creation with a passion?

Just an observation of a machine generation

Push this

The same old song

Is the message lost in this, that’s not politics?
There’s a rhyme to this reason
They’re one and the same
Take the heart they’ve broke
And the money they’ve choke
You’re left with no answer
To this industry chancer

Just an observation of a machine generation

Push this

The same old song