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Napalm Death Death By Manipulation

So much bitterness In this so-called scene. Self righteous ´ leaders ª With their own little dream. Walls of confinement Don't stray too far

On the path to individual freedom, I'm met with countless obstructions. An external vacuum distorts my observance, Sucking me to the rat race. A weakness

fall To question means breaking the mould To turn your back, that courage you lack Or live in pretence In youth confused Prime for manipulation And

: Tell me, assure me I really can't relate to your dishonesty Dissention, seeking attention Yet segregation from the ones that really cared Tell me,

: At the time of birth Minds free from suspicion Senses raped Induced with superstition A pre-set mode To benefit description Language, colour Race

: Before my eyes I see a wall 12,000 miles high And the same amount wide Within that wall are faces Of people To whom I could once relate Now communication

: And intergral sense Comes with belonging to a scene Supposedly absent of barriers (When sexism is one of many) Earnest words Calling for unity of

: Adapting to different surroundings Changing views day by day Too critical of others When you too are at fault Several sets of opinions Like colours

: So we're still in our teething stages As far as politics are concerned That's fine coming from someone To whom sensationalism be their only wisdom