Testo: Napalm Death. Glimpse To Genocide.

Blindness leading.
Which one me is real?
Through corridors of uncertainty- a force without form.
I've dug a hole so deep.
full of the shit of compromise.
For one I can't keep
pain on the outside.
Adapt.
Take on release.
Others.
Thoughts infringed.

Adapt.
Take on release.
A life-
On pause syringed.
A glimpse into genocide.
My own emotions, a million strong.
A heart so full of emptiness-