Napalm Death - Enemy Of The Music Business (2001) by Napalm Death (보컬) on maniadb.com

Abstinence works for me, not for them
Intolerance, far worse things? This makes no sense

Get high on me and mine
Take the poison

Raise a voice? The art of making noise
Attacking stance? Fist in face for personal
choice

So witless? self, self, self.
Take the poison

Two polluting lifestyle doctrines in defense
Re-assess the threats to well-being
Re-direct
And clear your heads

Dialogue (is a) powerful drug?
(not) verbal poison

Abstinence works for me, not for them.
Intolerance, far worse things? this makes no sense

Take the poison

Next on the list?

Such a smug parasite
Snug in the comfort zone
We stepped back and watched while you violated
our effects, our spirits, our souls

Opportunist scum, think you're so immune?
Opportunist scum, we yearn to see you removed.
Opportunist scum, truly spineless cunt.
Opportunist scum, basks in his loathsome glow.

Where once I was passive, I'm ready to snap.
A pound of flesh for those that you've taken
That smiling surround can't shield you forever
When it slips, we'll be there to fuck your world!

A slap in the face
A slap in the face

Don't turn your back, don't lower your guard
Or assume you're safe around fellow sharks
'cause when I catch that patronizing smirk
(It) strengthens my will to smash your worthless bulk

A slap in the face
A slap in the face
A slap in the face

Goodbye to logic for this necessary justice [x 2]

Everything fits nicely into place
Higher powers take the lead
Middleman sit, pondering his worth
One great scheme to stem (the) objective urge

Decision-making
and power playing
One up-manship

Show of hands
to clasp the myth
Vote in a new scourge

Everything fits nicely into place
Higher powers take the lead
Issues are decided before we've a chance to think
And moral high ground wins the day again

Decision-making
and power playing
principles spurned

Show of hands
to clasp the myth
Favors for my friends

it's a constitutional hell
where they pontificate and yell
Where etiquette outplays integrity
It's a constitutional hell

Everything fits nicely into place
higher powers take the lead
Sleeping giants show their real worth
I'll sum up on all the good you've done this earth...

...Nothing

The rats on/ this earth/ have nothing on you
An insult/ to those which/ crawl the sewers

Devourer, plunderer, deceptor

Sniff out a/ scheme/ and leave the scraps behind
Voracious, insatiable? A nose attuned to greed

Devourer, plunderer, deceptor

Evade all traps
and come out gnashing, snarling, gnashing, snarling!

Disguises are many
Media pawn or man on the street

They'll scavenge your emotions
and leave you diseased
They'd steal a last possession
And smile as you concede

Devourer, plunderer, deceptor

Mitch Harris, Jesse Pintado

Speculate freely
Begrudge me intensely
Lacking a conscience
Lacking intelligence
Lesser than nothing
Lower than everything
As you drain our vitality
to a mundane reality

A form of therapy
without compensation
A vague psychology

Free from obligation.
Intercept the negligence
Accept the consequence
Amongst Barbaria
Mass hysteria

Opposite in a sign to abide
when the future is ours to decide
We continue to watch and observe
Just to find out what purpose it serves

Paralysed ? A spectacle / for all to see
Hapiness within our grasp, but out of reach

Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed

Devastate a silhouette ? Calm and serene
Abandon / a systematic insane routine

Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed
Volume of neglect
forcibly expressed

Opposite in a sign to abide
when the future is ours to decide
We continue to watch and observe
Just to find out what purpose it serves

Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you, led to lust you, to be duped

Thanks for fucking nothing!
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique, turned to spent air? Killed it dead

Thanks for fucking nothing
Scraped the depths to salvage something
Thanks for fucking nothing
Drained my all, then dropped the bombshell

True, we were not joined/ our every feature spliced
Though you rushed in and took a lead
Three words spouted

This contagion
crossed all divides
caused a shift in protective focus

Three words flouted

Untimely end, I should've clicked? a sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about
I don't despise or demonize, but I just know your form
Walk right out and move along, and leap before you look

Thanks for fucking nothing!

Blunt/ on the cuttong/ edge!

This is stylistic disaster
Or so I'm told
Won't meet your estimations
Do well to fold
Can't keep up
to the dummy run
Am I redundant?

Nice and neat
(with a) sideline in grief
I'll stay unkempt

A real cutting edge is th scourge of the norm
For all the angst, you're tantrum-fuelled dolls

Abrasiveness a convenience
Sell for a score
Come up clean doing the dirty
Cut and run, then dissolve

Mould in motion
See straight through
Transparent you

A real cuting edge is the scourge of the norm
For all the angst, you're tantrum-fuelled dolls

I'm blunted, I'm blunted on the cutting edge
Sharpness diminished through truth to myself

I'm rusted, I'm rusted on the cutting edge
Sight-lines cloud over when met with pretence

Together.
Drop the act!
Drop the act!

I'm blunted, I'm blunted on the cutting edge
Sharpness diminished through truth to myself

I'm rusted, I'm rusted on the cuting edge
Sight-lines cloud over when met with pretence

Drop the act!
Drop the act!

So drawn? I warm to the fire in their hearts
This ain't romantic gesturing
It's a hand to head the charge
To the indifference of the preening, idle rich
Such champions are cancerous, tumours in the gut
of affluent bliss
Why let these scab observers tag them trouble-makers?
It's naive? You're on a leash.
This is the cure for their common complaint (x2, second time scream)
Ditch the gullibility
Strike 'til the green runs dry
bring them to their knees
Or squander as they thrive
Reject the cure for their common complaint (x2, second time scream)
On break,
Agitate!
Hoist those standards, arm in arm
Walk the walk and talk the talk
Agitate! Agitate! Agitate!

Cloaks of sickness/ keeping us sweet
Delusional blackness/ fictional madness
Visionary blackness/ traps are set
Revolving mind-doors/ conspiring our downfall

Which came first? The lies or deceit?
Why did the suffering cross the divide?
The dealer sold his soul/ to hide
And left us on the other side

The business lessons for which we burn
Desolate loops in which we turn
Saga of fools, a voyage of trust
No contracts bound

Gathering dust
Which came first? The secret or the crime?
Where does the loyalty cross the line?
The dealer sold his soul to hide
And left us on the other side

Tranquilize our denial
Vengeance is mine
Capitalize/ on regret
Kick aside what aspires
Vengeance is ours
Our defence won't expire

Eat the shit with a smile/ don't be frail
Our word is bound
Face the wall; fill the mould that we take
And break with our hands
Sign the line; it's your life
Don't be squeamish
Take the time, taste the sweat
Choke back your tongue

Mechanics, mechanics, mechanics of deceit
Glorified, butchered, bathed in malice

Sign the line; it's your life
Don't be squeamish
Take the time, taste the sweat
Choke back your tongue
at the shit with a smile, don't be frail

Our word is bound
Face the wall; fill the mould that we take
And break with our hands

Mechanics of deceit (x3)

Tranquilize our denial
Vengeance is mine
capitalize on regret
Kick aside what aspires
Vengeance is ours
Our defence won't expire--so beware!

Battered frantic, dressed in tragedy
Reach the point where time caught up, why me?
Paths we chose, the sorrows we cause
It's all forgotten instantly as pain calls

Just a fracture
in the equation of designs
Self-destructure
drawing out life

Neutral unknown, a nervous calm
Answers tactically arranged--stalling time

Just a fracture
in the equation of designs
Self-destructure
drawing on life

Second chance