Napalm Death - 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!