слова песни Napalm Death - Section
(Music: Embury, Lyrics: Embury)
Spit out the poison
That plastic motive
The soothing pain that feeds the hole
A carnage path of one-time friends
A stepping stone to personal ends
A line that piles high
An art of trend
Champagne delusions
Contorts and bends
The seething mass which consumes deceit
The frozen glance
Burn obsolete