Napalm Death - Death By Manipulation (1997) by Napalm Death (보컬) on maniadb.com

Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Dissention, seeking attention, yet segregation from the ones' that
really cared.

Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Cash styled deadhead, no conscience or opinions.
Material gain bar happiness means shit.

It means shit.

Mass appeal madness eats your brain. False influence like a leach.
Sucking dry your veins.

Public eyes see fit your second face.
Freakshow - fooling those who imitate.

Clever marketing to dominate. Screwing those who gave you your big
break.

And when the bubble bursts, exposing your selfish crap.
You'll cry for sympathy, we'll just sit back and laugh.

Brought forth into an acceptance.
Expected mass production.
All cloned to obey without fail.

To question means breaking the mold.
To turn your back, that courage you lack...
Or live in pretense.

In youth, confused.
Prime for manipulation.
An open sore cursed with their social infections.

"Absorb to be seen as a failure"
"Not fit to breath the air we take in"

Pride Assassin.

True feelings call for deviation.
But could you face mass condemnation.

Pride Assassin.

Backed into a corner.
Why should you adhere to their illusions?
And their orders?

Willing to dictate yet for themselves exemption.
Evaluate your brain, form your own opinions.
To be an individual - compassionate and free.

A chronic complaint of dimness.
Prevails your profound ideology.
A romantic vision of a master race.
Attained through coercive forms of authority.

Your observance is negligence.
If you see the threat from difficult cultures.
We're all in this sinking ship.
Each of us together.

Where does the whiteman stand?
Where does the blackman stand?
Where do we all fucking stand/
Knee deep in the shit!

Lock into yourself and you'll find the real oppressor.
To a life of unchallenged hate.
It's yourself who's the "nigger"

Your unflappable conceptions
Moralistic views
Never open to criticism
Your overpowering ruse

Promises of sanctuary
In eternal bliss
With starry eyes and cash in hand
Pledge to all the master plan

Just face the truth or fund the farce

At one with your god
Your sole intent
Your treasured place assured
For a substantial rent

Global lunacy
Death threats for supposed blasphemy
No room for free thought
All non believers pushed to the floor

Aggressive tyrants
Supposed saints for the cause
Judgement through force
Faith a fuel for pointless wars

When all is done
Who shall benefit? Who is the one?
Not to those who pass on
But those dictators divine waving their deceitful wands.

Siege of power
In your land
Too many problems
For you to understand
Siege of power
Inside your mind
Outward restrictions
To keep you in line

Siege of power - in your land
Too many problems - for you to understand
A slave of their power - you never question why
Your going to suffer - you're going to die

Siege of power - inside your mind
Outward restrictions - to keep you in line
You're a slave of their power - you never questioned why
You were made to suffer - you were born to die

Siege of power
They made you a tool
While others were ruling
You were being ruled

A cortex-thin line over calm
One temptation, infinite penetration

At time of birth,
Minds free from suspicion,
Senses raped,
Induced with superstition.

A pre-set mode
To befit description,
Language, colour,
Race definition!

Inner strength must detect
The love we each possess
before we may reach,
Appreciating it in anyone else.

External distinctions
Used as scapegoats to problems,
Channelling our aggression
In the wrong direction.

Break down the barriers
That enforce superstition
Learn to trust,
Overcome suspicion.

Acceptance, the weapon,
Active against our freedom,
Our love and compassion
Held at treason.

Rise above induced superstition.

An integral sense
Comes with belonging to a scene
Supposedly absent of barriers
(When sexism is only one of many)

Earnest words
Calling for unity of the sexes
When she's still the chick, or stupid bitch
(Ridiculed for showing an interest).

Hidden indifference
Strikes an emotion reaction
When you see an animal being abused.

Yet un-noticed when a woman
Is abused in the same way.

The links in oppression
Stem from the same degradation
But to one our eyes remain closed.

Actively abusing the rights of one
Whilst fighting for those of another.

The 'scene' may hold a different name,
But the roleplays just the same.
Egual rights are fine,
As long as she's in her place.

Outrightly denouncing fascism
Whilst oblivious to it taking place,
Is condemnation of standarts,
All an act to save face.

Unity a stark ambition
When out abuse surpasses recognition

Your aspirations, unable to stretch,
Beyond the barriers of what's expected,
As the free thought you were born with
Becomes externally polluted.

Lose sight of your ideals
In their brainwashing institutions,
Predetermine your values
To befit your substandard existence...
Discouraging creativity,
To aim for empty ambitions.

Living up to others expectations.
Takes hold of your assiduity.

Mentally murdered!

Always up to the mark,
Set the wheels in motion,
A fake sense of security
From your invariable position.

Sinking in the crowd,
A face minus expression.
A mouth that echoes words,
Recycled from tradition.

Your only contentness
Is in living a lie.

Mentally murdered!

Do you possess the strength
To re-create your own life?

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 once could relate.

Now communicating seems hard,
When there's an ego barrier to break through.

Opinions of self opinion
Cloud a new horizon,
The vision a mere illusion.

Biased in conclusion,
Trapped in seclusion,
To the outside - exclusion.

When an attitude is so biased,
What can you expect to change?

Banging your head,
But the wall's not moving,
It's enclosing.

Burning so much energy
Enthusiasm burning
Is change the 'real' obsession?

Or with a sense of pretention,
Do you merely stive for cedible attention?

What are your motives,
For your abuse,
What can they be?
Accused of things
I've never done,
This seems strange.

Your motivation, for my humiliation.

I'm pressurised,
So many times
By your presence,
Your very existance
Has become
My obsession.

My infatuation with you damnation.

I experience
Dangerous thoughts,
That are all too real,
How can one man
Inflict in me
So much hate.

My obsession with your destruction

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

A self-proclaimed spokesman
On something to which prior knowledge excedes,
Championing no more censorship,
Then ridiculing our beliefs.

To appeal to your better nature,
Are we to keep our mouths shut?

Easy to discard
Constructive power
At your disposal
When ego's and sales
Outbalance opinions
On the scales.

Using bands
As pawns in your hands
Building up,
Knocking down,
Sensationalize
To suit cheap public demand.

Merging with the gutter press,
You claim to detest.

It's opened it's lid,
For you to crawl in and infest

Multinational corporations
Genocide of the starving nation

Drawing attention to yourself
at anothers expense.
Your puritan stance
carries a certain pretence.
When an ego is at stake,
there's always a point to make.
Bigotted and self opinionated
there is no give and take.
Obsessed with changing the world,
not in changing yourself!

Adapting to different surroundings,
changing your views day by day,
too critical of others
when you too are at fault.
Several sets of opinions
like colours to camouflage yourself.
Like a fox sly in your manuuvres,
too soon you'll get caught unawares.
Sometimes I feel pity,
sometimes I feel hatred...
Sometimes you're my friend,
sometimes you're my enemy.
I'll never give you the satisfaction
of knowing how I feel.

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.
Evicted for maturing
whilst they stagnate.

Is anger always a positive reaction ?
Is understanding often subdued by emotion ?

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 makes me gullible.
Constantly lured to their traps,
dismanting my motivation,
taking my destination to another step back