Napalm Death - Retching On The Dirt

Retching On The Dirt

Imretching on the dirt, its earthiness coating my throat.
Imwincing on the bitterest pill.
I refuse to swallow.
Imoffered the warmth of a velvet glove, an iron fist to some.
Imhounded by white - right might that wants the country pure.
Imincensed by those in awe of quot;living amongst their ownquot;.
Selecti have perfection wi will cut their own throats
Imconstantly forcing the point, but were all retching on dirt,
and well choke if we dont spit it out
@SONG: Fasting On Deception
So long we shared friendship, I thought (but misguided)
Finally you came then, what I knew you were, all along.
Spineless, you pretend to be what you are not to me, and all around
me.
Two faced and so self - centered.
It works both ways, but you can not feel you obsessions blinding you.
You abuse, and for what do we get in return?
My last chance to repent.
Its your last chance.
Well fast on you deception.
After all, youve proved yourself.
So many things maliciously absurd.
I cannot trust you and I never will.
Sti will a disillusioned friend.