Repression Out Of Uniform

Napalm Death · Words From The Exit Wound [1998]

Phobic - eggshell-walking on a brink.

Camera sensor eyes pierce.

We excuse stone-set normality.

yet send tremors through morality.



Frozen optics,

traction for outspoken heads.



Fuck your badgeless, rankless dirge

and bizarre take on community concern.

Division is your vision.



Cajoled - jostled into position

where we can't ascend or defend.

Funny how you're moulded by perfection;

Which visionary told you so?



Curse our influence,

traction for outspoken heads.



Your true colours make us reel - scab

Garish hue with bilious sheen - scab

no dressing up to the nines - scab

It's permanent under the skin.



Policing the detritus - unclean!

Policing the benign?



Fuck your badgeless, rankless dirge

and fuck assumptions that we're dirt

This derision builds a prison... for you!