Teksty: Napalm Death. Words From The Exit Wound. Incendiary Incoming.

Spurned my own motives
Can I vacate these premises?
Siphoned off, sealed my walls

Strike a light, then screw the vice

Callouses that keep my peace
Blemished blissfully
Torched off in a fiery sea
Defiled first degree

Searching flames, darken embrace

Lost crimes laid raw and bare
Guarded eyes with intruded glare

Incendiary incoming
Incendiary incoming
Incendiary incoming

Picking out thoughts like carrion
Cannot put the finger on
Unbrotherly love sears
Worse than those unknown

Shards of spite cut lines of sight

Lost crimes laid raw and bare
Guarded eyes with intruded glare

Incendiary incoming
Incendiary incoming
Incendiary incoming
Incendiary