Текст песне : Napalm Death. Order Of The Leech. Forced to Fear.
Scars dig deep they bleed seeds
Within wounds I feed
The pools of life drain fast
To quench my anger
Selfish, isolating, persecution
Conquered nothing
Reckless, stupidity, hereditary
Achievement stunted
Forced to fear, forced to fear, forced to fear
Thoughts cut hard, they burn numb
Perhaps all is done?
Has a piece of me been carved
To feed my hunger?
Selfish, isolating, persecution
Conquered nothing
Reckless, stupidity, hereditary
Achievement stunted
Got to crack the mold before it sets
Escapist passion seems to be
The only way I really feel
The social lair that we infest
Is pushing me towards the edge
Forced to fear the force of fear
For the first time in my life
Reached inside my heart
Took what's pure and turned it sour
Course lines map my fear
The roots are soulless draining tears
Forced to fear the force of fear
For the first time in my life
The course is clear in what I fear
An epitaph of apathy
Scavengers to the carnage
The scars remain but putrefy
Caught in rage, caught in rage
Caught in rage, caught in rage
Predators sense the weakness
Swarm like flies to pick my bones
Caught in rage, caught in rage
Caught in rage, caught in rage
Forced to fear the force of fear
Forced to fear the force of fear
Forced to fear the force of fear
Forced to fear the force of fear
Within wounds I feed
The pools of life drain fast
To quench my anger
Selfish, isolating, persecution
Conquered nothing
Reckless, stupidity, hereditary
Achievement stunted
Forced to fear, forced to fear, forced to fear
Thoughts cut hard, they burn numb
Perhaps all is done?
Has a piece of me been carved
To feed my hunger?
Selfish, isolating, persecution
Conquered nothing
Reckless, stupidity, hereditary
Achievement stunted
Got to crack the mold before it sets
Escapist passion seems to be
The only way I really feel
The social lair that we infest
Is pushing me towards the edge
Forced to fear the force of fear
For the first time in my life
Reached inside my heart
Took what's pure and turned it sour
Course lines map my fear
The roots are soulless draining tears
Forced to fear the force of fear
For the first time in my life
The course is clear in what I fear
An epitaph of apathy
Scavengers to the carnage
The scars remain but putrefy
Caught in rage, caught in rage
Caught in rage, caught in rage
Predators sense the weakness
Swarm like flies to pick my bones
Caught in rage, caught in rage
Caught in rage, caught in rage
Forced to fear the force of fear
Forced to fear the force of fear
Forced to fear the force of fear
Forced to fear the force of fear
Napalm Death
Order Of The Leech
Napalm Death
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