Interpret:

Napalm Death

Album:

Words From The Exit Wound

Phobic - eggshell-walking on a brink. 
Camera sensor eyes pierce. 
We excuse stone-set normality. 
yet send tremors through morality. 


Frozen optics, 
traction for outspoken heads. 


Fuck your badgeless, rankless dirge 
and bizarre take on community concern. 
Division is your vision. 


Cajoled - jostled into position 
where we can't ascend or defend. 
Funny how you're moulded by perfection; 
Which visionary told you so? 


Curse our influence, 
traction for outspoken heads. 


Your true colours make us reel - scab 
Garish hue with bilious sheen - scab 
no dressing up to the nines - scab 
It's permanent under the skin. 


Policing the detritus - unclean! 
Policing the benign? 


Fuck your badgeless, rankless dirge 
and fuck assumptions that we're dirt 
This derision builds a prison... for you!