Interpret:

Napalm Death

Album:

Utopia Banished

Taste me, 
You made me what I am, 
Mind polluting worthless fuck. 


Am I the mental feast, 
Bruised and scarred, 
The underdog. 


A pawn within a losers game, 
My strength will grow upon your fear. 


Slime, 
In time you'll face your end line. 
Judge me not before yourself. 
Breed, 
Take my pride - that's all you can. 
Hatred surges burning me. 


Feed, 
For what atonement do you seek, 
Your dying grasp of loyalty breaks like brittle bones. 


Forgotten past, 
I stand condemned, 
For I am more powerful than you'd imagine.