Napalm Death - Feeling Redundant

The past drags behind us like a dead weight Prone for the large part, yet piling on the guilt Bullying, rebuking, lest we re-imagine Because by moving in the here and the now, It has become ingrained as given Directionless, transparent, brittle beings that we are But consider this: Those who can't escape the past Are condemned to repeat it. They place us in a losing battle But will we die for any flag? I don't think so. Quietly unwilling, escorted... There is little of our choosing. Disorientated by the noise of custom It dissipates the present and the future unbalanced, Excluded for envisioning a new space. Those who can't escape the past Are condemned to repeat it The past gives us oversight But we have nothing if it is rehashed Are we so stupefied That we've run out of steam? The past can keep us blissfully ignorant Away from a plunge Into the (exhilarating) virgin unknown Are we so fucking drained, that we've run out of steam? Are we so stupefied, that we've run out of steam? The past drags behind us like a dead weight It has become ingrained as given Directionless, transparent, Brittle beings that we are They place us in a losing battle It dissipates the present and the future Directionless, transparent, Brittle beings that we are But consider this: Those who can't escape the past Are condemned to repeat it.