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Napalm Death: "Order Of The Leech" – 2002

энциклопедия: Napalm Death

Состав группы:

  • Mark "Barney" Greenway – вокал
  • Mitch Harris – гитара
  • Jesse Pintado – гитара
  • Shane Embury – бас
  • Danny Herrera – ударные

Napalm Death: "Order Of The Leech" – 2002

Композиции:

  1. Continuing War Of Stupidity
  2. The Icing On The Hate
  3. Forced To Fear
  4. Narcoleptic
  5. Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind
  6. To Lower Yourself (Blind Servitude)
  7. Lowest Common Denominator
  8. Forewarned Is Disarmed?
  9. Per Capita
  10. Farce And Fiction
  11. Blows To The Body
  12. The Great Capitulator

Лирика

1. Continuing War Of Stupidity

There's only one war to end all war
It's the loathing behind the eyes

And when the eyes stay out of focus
Fizxed on a point that spurns compassion
And goads for challenge

Thatcher, Reagan, Bush – that's one three-headed beast
It's the loathing behind the eyes

And when those eyes conceal the zealot
Winter than white, but the robots buy it
They clap and cheer

Kudos to bask in the belly of the beast

Procreation of the wicked
Gifted remits to exceed
Initation of the witless
Serve indignant dignitaries

Trample, smoke out, pull all foreign weeds
Don't cap oil stacks, guard the globe for keeps

Only one war!

Cosy with the clan, treat withdrawal as attack
Old boy network, new world prison camp

Only one war!

Not my president
Nor his fellow sham – the charlatan
Media mouthpiece screams "dignity"
Glaring irony – this is news to me

2. The Icing On The Hate

Cut the line – I'm suffocating
Cannot feel – without I'm aching
Desire lost – my heart is racing
I feel cursed – am I mistaken
Doomed to walk the path that's chosen

Regret – a mountain yet to climb

Belief – that pain will ease in time
Embrace – a life that I betrayed
The icing on the hate...

Trapped inside – this self-addiction
Forced to see my own afliction
Through the eyes – deseased reflections
Kaleidoscopic – death in segments
A second chance at resurrection

The high of high's seemed endless
The shapeless fear ascending

Ride the carousel of punishment
The days of dazed emotions
And spells I cast seem broken
Ride the carousel of punishment

Cards are down – a choice needs making
Look a the past – or keep on dreaming
Pulled the plug – for now I'm winning
Closed the chapter – new beginnings
Closed the chapter – new beginnings

3. Forced To Fear

Scars dig deep they bleeds seeds
Within wounds I feed
The pools of life drain fast
To quench my anger
Selfish-isolating-persecution
Conquered nothing
Reckless-stupidity-heredetiry
Achievement stunted

Forced to fear

Thoughts cut hard, they burn numb
Perhaps all is done?
Has a piece of me been carved
To feed my hunger?
Selfish-isolating-persecution
Conquered nothing
Reckless-stupidity-heredetiry
Achievement stunted

Got to crack the mold before it sets

Escapist passion seems to be
The only way I really feel
The socual lair that we infest
Is pushing me towards the edge

Forced to fear the force of fear
For the first time in my life!

Reached inside my heart
Took whats pure and turned it sour
Coarse lines map my fear
The roots are soulless draining tears

Forced to fear the force of fear
For the first time in my life!
The coarse is clear in what I fear
An epitaph of apathy!

Scavengers to the carnage
The scars remain but putrify

Coiled in rage

Predators sense the weakness
Swarm like flies to pick my bones

Coiled in rage

Forced to fear

4. Narcoleptic

In a dayz for days
Let normality blur the vision
Perseverance in trauma
I falter though I ought to take it in my stride

See the bitter narcoleptic
Sperma-downer – Narcoleptic

I'm bursting with intention
'til the cause hits the horizon
The buck's too hot to handle when it's there to be passed

See the bitter narcoleptic
Dead-eye, red-eyed narcoleptic

Constructn a weightless world to hold
Aloft my shoulders

Actions do speak louder than words
But inaction leaves me undisturbed
Free the embrace the finer trappings of a
Barely functioning being

Constructn a weightless world to hold
Aloft my shoulders

5. Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind

The pulse of the world when it stopped for a day
From a clear blue sky to a smouldering grey

Unmerciful cruelty
Awakening rudely
Two evils grow
Willingly exhonging blows
Pentagon's financial goals exposed

They were shot from the sky
Duped – anation in pain
Sacrificing lives for financial gain

Unmerciful cruelty
Awakening rudely
Two evils grow
Willingly exhonging blows
Pentagon's financial goals exposed

Paying with their lives
Threatening whose will?
Burning wreckage holes
Time is standing still

Out of sight, out of mind
Ground zero – petrified

Fiendish debates
NATO inflates
Fighting a cause with a biblical fate
Fighting a cause with a biblical fate

Out of sight, out of mind

It ends in tears
Distilling fears
Believing the lie
When cultures collide

When cultures collide

Out of sight, out of mind
Ground zero – petrified

6. To Lower Yourself (Blind Servitude)

Admiration's one thing
Lucid submission another
Our gracious heads of state
Our vacuous heads of state!

Kings and Queens – order of the leech
Majesty? Don't patronise me

Several hundred years of burden
Taken for a ride, but it swells our pride

When you humble yourself
And you bow at their feet
You indulge these re-gal thieves
You pardon these re-gal thieves

Kings and Queens – order of the leech
Majesty? Don't patronise me

Several hundred years of immunity
Taken for a ride, but it swells our pride

Number one disfunctional family
But judge not the aristocracy

Oh, such people people
Break the backs of servants
Watch wars kill millions
Milk praise from the ruins

People people under an illusion
People people under an illusion
People people under an illusion

7. Lowest Common Denominator

Shooting from the lip at those tired old cliches
Well it takes one to know one
Same difference – roughed up for today

Every minute blemish is given that street veneer
Choreographed to cut the slack
Just as long as you learn to sneer

Paper-thin, paper-weight – how's that demographic?
A disempowered herd, minds cloud with static
Minds cloud with static

Lowest common denominator

Give them hard fuck fables
Give them middle fingers
Give them surface tension
Spoon-feed them to the system

So what's "nu"? Sullen view – it's the clued you
Fighting third world war on parental torpor
Fighting third world war

Give them hard fuck fables
Give them middle fingers
Give them surface tension
Spoon-feed them to the system

8. Forewarned Is Disarmed?

"Must have peace" – under arsenals in the sky
"Must have peace" – through we'll strike at aby time
"We must have peace"

Forewarned is disarmed?
Conduct post mortems
As trigger fingers twitch to right a wrong

"Must have peace" – though the megaton decree
"Must have peace" – warn the global police
"We must have peace"

Forewarned is disarmed?
Just do as we don't
And be subservient as the right your wrongs

Star Wars no more!

After all (it's) perferctly acceptable
To pervert that which you enforce

Subhuman death squads – good Christian soldiers
Subhuman death squads – good Christian soldiers

Free will is unconditional
With penace primed over your head

Subhuman death squads – good Christian soldiers
Subhuman death squads – good Christian soldiers

Forewarned is disarmed?
Never again
At least until we need to right your wrongs

Star Wars no more!

9. Per Capita

Countless opinions – a hotbed of riches
Last remaining entitlement

Feeling valued?
Or devoutly subdued?
Per Capita
All placated and humoured

A billion voices shall all register – they say
Diversity for the diverse

Feeling valued?
Or devoutly subdued?
Per Capita
All placated and humoured

The movers, the shakers – largely abjecy fakers
Scale their ivory towers
Democracy sours, peasant

Democracy sours, peasant!

Self-interest in the pure sense is pushing for the privilege
Not to be undervalued or singled out as surplus – dead weight

Democracy sours, peasant!

Per Capita, you are entrapped...

...Away from their precious glass houses
Which you'd shatter with stones of just justice
Exposing the power base for all its filthy favouritism

Per Capita, they've got your number...

...Turning the rest against your so-called reprehensible deviance
Setting new precedents for crass behaviour
And so persists the untouchable elite

Scale their ivory towers, peasant!

10. Farce And Fiction

I chase my toil
Hammering a nail against the grain of fact
I keep on bouncing back
Misinformation is passed

Look left to the right
Always fight or fight
I painfully dissect
Will never take as read
Yet fall back to earth as the wretch

Which suits them fucking fine

Mister pessimism – a trait we'd all rather

Mister pessimism – after this it comes so natural

Reserving judgement wounds me time after time
Exploitation becomes a daily grind
Take a saccharine shot, not to humour these fuckers
But the scheming scum have all bases covered

Which suits you fucking fine

From a catalogue of lies, there is scant protection
So you see dependability is force and fiction

Which suits you fucking fine

11. Blows To The Body

Sanctimonious
Reproduce to repent
Nurture the unloved
And drag them out as spiritual...waste – waste – spiritual waste

Move those pious hands
Off that which isn't yours
Hers are hallowed parts
Governed by her right to...choose – choose – right to choose

If as you say life is so sacred
Why is quality of life an afterhought?

Blows – to the body

Plunder and rule (that) most personal of property

"Murder" on the unborn, yet some newborn die a thousand times

And if, as you say, life is so sacred
Why is quality of life an afterhought?

Blows – to the body

The seed is sown
She reaps the harvest
Therefore she controls the earth

"Governed", "By" a right to choose

Controlling a womb
Does not make her a vehicle
She dictates the terms

12. The Great Capitulator

I'd rating die probing something
Than see the urge, shot to fucking pieces
Rip that face off – who goes there?

You may – you may doubt the necessity
You may – you may feign incredulity
On break – you're toeing the line!

Quadruple standarts
For a set of ruler
So you don't fall prey
To the ill-at-ease – who goes there?

Cast out – cast out to private hell
Where the – where the loose lipped freely expel...

...Streams – of odious, twisted rationale
Streams – of odious, twisted, raving rationale
Rationale!

Be seen-and-not-heard
Balance of disturbance
Decorum? Ooh...ooh

The earnest refusal
The bleating manoeuvre
Decorum? Ooh...ooh

Streams – of wretched, heiniuos rationale
Streams – of wretched, heiniuos, depraved rationale
Rationale!

Buying the rawest deal
Dither, by dutyful
Apologish...ooh

I'd rather die doubting something
Than be consigned to anonymity
Kicking, screaming – who goes there?

You may – surrender manfully
You may – you may die in captivity

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