Interpret:

Napalm Death

Album:

Fear, Emptiness, Despair

I've slipped the noose, the shackles are off. 
My maturity fixation outshines. 


It's go for broke and fuck it all, with head held higher (than thou) 


I am the man that used to care. 
Who was I then? 


So quizzical with foresight. 
Now I've favored to savor the flavor of nine - to - five intuition. 


Out with the old, in with the new regime. 
I sold my soul to the rebotised dream. 


I'm just an empty shell with integrity scooped out. 
A painted smile, a glass - eye high on two that can't cry. 


Touch me, I'm cold to the merits of (real) love. 
I stepped back from the edge when other slipped off. 


And all because society told me to.