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Napalm Death The Code Is Red Long Live The Code

in rainstorms When I stare into the TV There's wealth and health and optimism These grinning clones are way off All hail the grey dawn Where there is

Embury, Greenway] ... And so it comes to pass With a shrug of the shoulders A washing of the hands It was war through lies on demand Work to live

[Embury/Greenway] Odds are stacked with hooks to catch The creeping doubt that strains the cracks Morale - sheared - morale Drained - morale Morale

[Mitch Harris / Greenway] God can take his eyes off me Love is there - it's mine and mine alone This soul is strong Our bodies our own To use, explore

for the powerless - well, where? Screaming at the wall to make more sense... ... I melt back into indifference The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is

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

code is red... Long live the code Lighting the way to a panic mode. Switched up to - switched up to subdue when the masses switch off The code is red

tedious high view for all occasions Right you are! Moral fiber spews from ever crevice Chattering class convert cleanses the masses Conscience is clean

Traduzione: Napalm Death. Il codice è rosso ... Long Live The Code.