слова песни Napalm Death - More Than Meet's The Eye

he clever box'o'tricks
Tells me I'm paranoid.
But as I uncover,
The sourness and decay
Echoes my suspicions -
Civilized nations? - A contradictiry farce.
The species supreme speaks with acid tongue.
(There's) More than meets the eye.
Thought process is geared
To caution to the wind.
We shuffle along discriminately,
The danger signs ignored.
Man goads woman.
Child strikes infant.
Turned afgainst each other.

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