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NAPALM DEATH LYRICS
"Cursed to Tour" (1996 Split)
1. Cursed to Crawl
2. Take the Strain
3. Food Chain
4. Politics of Common Sense
5. Slaughter of the Soul
6. World of Lies
7. Legion
8. The Dying
1. Cursed to Crawl
A fragile peace that exists inside
A frame so shallow
So narrow-minded
An open wound
We run inside
A raging turmoil
Helplessness confides
Cursed to crawl
For my pale and bleeding heart
Cursed to crawl
Pale and bleeding
Enter this sphere
Commonplace, borderline
Between my rage
Between our hate
Damn our mistakes
Fixation blinds
The pain of knowing
The truth beyond
Cursed to crawl
For my pale and bleeding heart
Cursed to crawl
Pale and bleeding
Cursed to crawl
For my pale and bleeding heart
Cursed to crawl
Pale and bleeding
Unprepared
A gruesome display
Perhaps a replay
Self-inflicted
Reduced to nothing
My piece of mind seduced
Unworthiness
The scars never heal
Cursed to crawl
For my pale and bleeding heart
Cursed to crawl
Pale and bleeding
2. Take the Strain
Take the strain! Can you take it?
Take the strain! Or even fake it?
Take the strain! Aren't we lucky
Take the strain! to be breathing?
Take the strain!
Are you the man in the next bed
Without the tubes, without the life support?
Maybe the man whose pockets weigh you down/
Take the strain! Do you wear strife
Take the strain! like a clown?
Take the strain! Forgiveness
Take the strain! with a frown!
Take the strain!
Are you the animal
That escapes the snares and traps?
Bearing no quarry scars, and the hunter's crown.
We were taught to follow leaders - follow leaders!
NEver to challenge the singular pack.
The goals they set slip the grasp - slip our grasp!
Chaising tails without the basic facts.
Choose full pain, violate, make the grade.
Taut wires fray, electro-brain, take the strain!
We were taught to follow leaders - follow leaders!
Never to challenge the singular pack.
The goals they set slip the grasp - slip our grasp!
Chaising tails without the basic facts.
3. Food Chain
Artificial for these strictly conscious times.
Organic prothesis with a view to paying in kind.
To ease (the) guilt of scores of undignified ends.
Strung up, disemboweled right out of the pen.
So unbeknowing in their anonimity.
'Cause when you're marked for death,
ears switch off to the screams.
Primal urges.
Blindly cull, tear and chew.
Remember - Don't scorn what God gave to you.
What God gave to you.
Reverting, technologically advanced
yet bloodily we regress.
Reversal - Looking forward to a pressure bolt
through the head?
Numbness - second only to dumbness.
Sure, they don't feel a thing!
Travesty.
Communication block ensures no further usage.
Travesty.
Travesty.
Travesty.
4. Politics of Common Sense
5. Slaughter of the Soul
Never again
On your forcefed illusions to choke
You feed off my pain
Feed off my life
There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sown
Always the same
My tired eyes have seen enough
Of all your lies
My hate is blind
There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sawn
Slaughter of the soul
Suicidal final art
Children - born of sin
Tear your soul apart
Never again
My tired eyes have seen enough
Of all your lies
My hate is blind
There won't be another dawn
We will reap as we have sawn
Slaughter of the soul
Suicidal final art
Children - born of sin
Tear your soul apart
'Men must attempt to develop
in themselves and their children
liberation from the sense of self
...men must be free from
boundaries, patterns and
consistencies in order to be free
to think, feel and create in new ways'
- Luke Rhinehart, 'The Diceman'
1971
6. World of Lies
Degeneration tears your blackened eyes
The final descent for the last in life
No joy in our tired lives - the torment builds inside
The sun sets forever on a world of lies
World of lies
World of lies
Non-divine
Release me
Demonic vultures feed on your mind
Disarmed of all your pride you die
No life in our alien eyes - the blind lead the blind
The sun sets forever on the non-divine
Non-divine
World of lies
Non-divine
Release me
Final psychotic eclipse
Painted in the colours of war
Final psychotic eclipse
A world drenched in blood
Degeneration tears your blackened eyes
The final descent for the last in life
No joy in our tired lives - the torment builds inside
The sun sets forever on a world of lies
World of lies
World of lies
Non-divine
Release me
'And it's his illusions about what
constitutes the real world which are
inhibiting him...
His reality, his reason, his society
...these are what must be destroyed'
- Luke Rhineheart, 'the Dice Man'
- 1971
Final psychotic eclipse
Painted in the colours of war
Final psychotic eclipse
A world drenched in blood of the innocent
7. Legion
8. The Dying
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