Napalm Death - De-Evolution Ad Nauseum

Bent double and the vibrancy has gone Termors upon shutdown of my auto-function They sold it well: Contentment with no effort Domesticated drone lets slip its motor skills Nothing seems to click Without my auto-function They sold it well: Disempowerment On demand, play dead, play dead, play dead No verve and no drive, as I passed it all on Trails of life relieved via my auto-function They sold it well: Appeasement and smooth transferral Do I need to speak? Or emote? And problem-solve? Or dream anymore? Have I shrunk in stature or plummeted Into deep hibernation? On demand, Play dead, Play dead, Play dead