Artist: napalm death
Song: great capitulator
Album: Order Of The Leech
Year: 2002
I'd rating die probing something
Than see the urge, shot to fucking pieces
Rip that face off, who goes there?
You may, you may doubt the necessity
You may, you may feign incredulity
You're toeing the line
Quadruple standards for a set of rules
So you don't fall prey to the ill at ease, who goes there?
Cast out, cast out to private hell
Where the, where the loose lipped freely expel
Streams of odious, twisted rationale
Streams of odious, twisted, raving rationale, rationale
Be seen and not heard, balance of disturbance
Decorum? Ooh
The earnest refusal, the bleating manoeuvre
Decorum? Ooh, ooh
Streams of wretched, heinous rationale
Streams of wretched, heinous, depraved rationale, rationale
Buying the rawest deal
[Incomprehensible]
Apologise, ooh
I'd rather die doubting something
Than be consigned to anonymity
Kicking, screaming, who goes there?
You may, you may surrender manfully
You may, you may die in captivity, die
