Napalm Death - Display To Me...

Domesticate me Into your ideal creation Fondle me When in need of attention Brutalise me As a target for your aggression Inject me With your putrid diseases Stretch my senses Beyond the peak of insanity Why practice methods of prevention When I can pay for your hideous mistakes? Blind me With cosmetic filth To form the mask that hides your guilt Insecure, uncaring clowns Your dolled-eyes don't see The suffering I've prolonged For your wretched vanity Chew on my flesh With perverted lust Display to me The depths of your compassion As you excrete My digested corpse Into the shit-pan My place of rest.