Interpret:

Napalm Death

Album:

Utopia Banished

Thought trained to succeed. 
From here on the pain begins. 
We're maggots, cast in the sea of struggle - 
Bait for the big fish. 


Crawl, forever crawling, 
Faith holds no answers, 
Ravenous - they greedily suck away your will to even argue. 


A belief in something better, 
Downtrodden hopes still linger, 
Faces bear the same shallow fear of forgotten prosperity. 


Powers change. 
The promise of reward, 
Declarations false and injust, 
Tame insecurity. 
A dreamlike notion that life eases by. 
Cushioning the blow of impending reality, 
Aimlessness is flogging us - awake!