Napalm Death - Section lyrics

rate me

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

All we are is one section

Struggling blindly through deception