Testi:
Napalm Death From Enslavement To Obliteration

Capitalism, racism, sexism The foundations of cock-rocking idealism Exploiting, sucking, manipulating The wisdom of a starry-eyed nation Making "idols

Domesticate me Into your ideal creation Fondle me When in need of attention Brutalise me As a target for your aggression Inject me With your putrid

In our ruthless search for prosperity We become the tools of our own oppression Forming the backbone of a society That thrives on mass division From enslavement... To obliteration

Outright - in my thinking And refusal in accepting How a word so mundane as sexism Could in some way relate to me But as I look inside myself I see...

Syringe into this earth A virus known as profit Extract from it the "goodness" Which in business terms means greed Make way! For another snip at the

Preaching secondhand ideas Tried and tested subjects rear Practise what you preach A moral attitude you think they lack Lacks in you when you turn

Delude yourself with the notion That life's viewed defiantly through your eye Subconsciously following the flock From which appearance is the only exemption

[misprinted a "Social Security" (!) on the liner notes] Time for my omittance From a sterile existance Where the weekend pays homage To stereotypical

A vision of life Where together we walk Unbound from an existence Of fear and pain The key to which Is self-contained External freedom Must evolve from