Interpret:

Napalm Death

Album:

The Code Is Red... Long Live The Code

[Mitch Harris / Greenway] 


What do I have to do for once to make the mark? 
What do I have to say to register a point? 


Overtaken - all desire and no connections. 


I recall these friends in tune 
Never would they stoop so low 
And turn on those who built them up 


Where I'm advised to move 
It sickens me to think 
When do I reach the place where I will fall from grace? 


Conscientious - to the point where I self-implode 


I recall these friends in tune 
Never would they stoop so low 
And turn on those who built them up 


Protective - only when I just might get what's due 
Steal the march on a friend whose work you'd prostitute 


How quickly you discard those around when usefulness is gone 


Beating sense into you sadly sits well 
However, blows are dull on an empty shell 


Prostituted 
Prostituted 
Prostituted 
Prostituted