Текст (слова) песни: Napalm Death - Purist Realist
Purist-realist manipulates. Purist-realist segregates. Purist-realist - on their own terms Purist-realist - you never learn.
Inner loathing, the mounting hate. Hundred fights, a thousand regrets.
Sacrifice, you wear me like a second skin.
Dwelling on a scene of bitter lore, harping on some forgotten war.
The shadow former self.
Two-faced preacher - denied yourself Purist-realist - a rotting state of grace.
Cannot be me.
Cannot see the once-treasured depleting life it shows in. Your weakness, impotence, inability to have spoken summarizing that teasing that non-restricted feeling set in a moment in dealing. Return to the source of regret.
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