#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (Brian Farmer) Subject: LYRICS: Napalm Death "From Enslavement to Obliteration" @ARTIST: napalm.death @ALBUM: from.enslavement.to.obliteration Transcribed painstakingly by [email protected] Lyrics taken from Earache Records MOSH8 LP 1988: Napalm Death "From Enslavement To Obliteration" Lineup: Mad Mick Harris - Drums and Backing Vocals Bill Steer - Guitar Shane Embury - Bass Lee Dorrian - Lead Vocals @SONG: Evolved As One Your pride Why should your pride be so restricted? Restricted to a mere fraction of this earth. This earth from which we have all evolved. This earth where all of it's people are downtrodden. Downtrodden by all those who stand to prosper from exploitation. Downtrodden by those whose slime infests your weak minds. --Your weak minds. (repeat a lot) @SONG: It's a M.A.N.S. World Female subservience To impervious male dominance Male subservience to the cuntries' defence It's a mans world So you'd better act like one! God give me strength Women suck my length "Enemy" do you have the balls To challenge my masculinity? Just discard your sensitivity And you'll play the part well. Cunt-born some more To be big and strong like daddy Drill them to perpetuate Into the ultimate form of stupidity. @SONG: Lucid Fairytale Delude yourself with the notion That life's viewed defiantly through your eye Subconsciously following the flock From which appearance is the only exemption The stagnant illusion of change Concealed behind your disguise What's perspicious on the surface Is artificial inside When views are merely symbolic Of an image you hide behind The stagnant illusion of change Concealed behind your disguise @SONG: Private Death Persisting to exist "resist!" Day by day life fades away Time will take it's course. "Help" you yell, your veins swell Soon there's nothing left to sell Time will take it's course Resisting to exist There's nothing to sell, Life fades away` Day after day Suffer now a private death. @SONG: Impressions A shroud of insecurity Surrounds me every move Actions reflect Upon the response they receive A sense of insecurity Prevents my instincts being followed Fear lies in my open-ness Meeting rejection from the crowd Why should I feel trapped? Why should I hold back? Why can't I...break free? @SONG: Unchallenged Hate A chronic complaint of dimness Prevails your profound ideology A romantic vision of a "master race" Attained through coercive forms of authority Your observance is negligence If you see the threat from different cultures We're all in this sinking ship All of us together Where does the white man stand? Where does the black man stand? Where do we all fucking stand? KNEE DEEP IN THE SHIT! Look into yourself And you'll find the real oppressor To a life of unchallenged hate It's you who's the nigger! @SONG: Uncertainty Blurs the Vision A vision of life Where together we walk Unbound from an existence Of fear and pain The key to which Is self-contained External freedom Must evolve from liberation within To gain respect And see the qualities in all life Forms the spark Which strikes the light When so minimal the loss How great be the risk In reaching out and reclaiming our souls? But until we overcome The uncertainty in our fellow man The vision of hope Remains an illusion "You reach out and touch it. You feel it. It is the life and love that is alive in you. The feeling that is beyond thought A feeling of truth. Reality in you, When it is reached, you can reach it in others. This is the liberation. This is the unity." Rudimentary Peni, 1983 [why this is on the lyric sheet, I have no idea - seems to be the inspiration for "Uncertainty..."] @SONG: Cock-Rock Alienation Capitalism, racism, sexism The foundations of cock-rocking idealism Exploiting, sucking, manipulating The wisdom of a starry-eyed nation Making "idols" out of assholes "Raunchy" "hunky" machismo type fools "Who cares if they've got no brains. Just give us tits and tools!" Fantasy? Reality? Distinction? Satisfaction? We love it when you feed us shit We're so stuck in our dreamworld Let's forget all your problems And get into the groove!! Fantasy? Reality? Distinction? Satisfaction?!? @SONG: Retreat to Nowhere A clash of eyes, resets my mind Perhaps this time Retreat to nowhere (x2) A social skill that I lack Holds me back. Retreat to nowhere (x2) @SONG: Think for a Minute Thoughts, ideas, hopes, ambitions Sincere in declaration Or merely token gestures? Think for a minute... The pressures we emphasize Are pressures we all have to bear And opinions and feelings we should be able to share But are we slowly crawling up our own arse? Has the influence drawn from positive expression Now lost it's strength to external tips on fashion? And if our music serves as a means of communication Why should so much emphasis stem from competition? Slow down and think... Are our hearts still there? Is enthusiasm burning? Has integrity surpassed The stage of reviving? @SONG: Display to Me Domesticate me Into your ideal creation Fondle me When in need of attention Brutalise me As a target for your aggression Inject me With your putrid diseases Stretch my senses Beyond the peak of insanity Why practice methods of prevention When I can pay for your hideous mistakes? Blind me With cosmetic filth To form the mask that hides your guilt Insecure, uncaring clowns Your dolled-eyes don't see The suffering I've prolonged For your wretched vanity Chew on my flesh With perverted lust Display to me The depths of your compassion As you excrete My digested corpse Into the shit-pan My place of rest. @SONG: From Enslavement to Obliteration Commited to a life of slavery In the factories our own hands have built Where we must work twice the graft Before gaining the goods we've already slogged to create To consume all things material Stands above human compassion As we compete with our fellow man In the bid for a stronger position In our ruthless search for prosperity We become the tools of our own oppression Forming the backbone of a society That thrives on mass division From enslavement... To obliteration... @SONG: Blind to the Truth Behind the transition Lies a sense of ambiguity Why hide behind the truth Of what you are? Your character becomes distorted In the quest for an identity Why hide behind the truth Of what you are? @SONG: Social Sterility [misprinted a "Social Security" (!) on the liner notes] Time for my omittance From a sterile existance Where the weekend pays homage To stereotypical perpetuation Must inebriate my senses Into a state of delirium Before I turn to the meat-rack For my penial selection Apathy spreads In unison with social disease A scourge that infests The cattle markets of youth Unconscious, just promiscuous Deprived of self-respect In the selling of their bodies All emotions dead! Thoughts absorbed Lost in sense of direction It's time to sit down And reassess my course of action @SONG: Emotional Suffocation So this ordeal we're subjected to Is all part of being [in] love? Two minds of intense confusion Contained in feelings of spite and mistrust The closer one of us tries to get The further the [other] seems to move Tangled in trapped emotions Can't face the prospect of rejection Uncertainty arouses suspicion Of your mind I want possession I try to be honest with you But are you being honest with me? @SONG: Practise What You Preach Preaching secondhand ideas Tried and tested subjects rear Practise what you preach A moral attitude you think they lack Lacks in you when you turn your back Practise what you fucking preach! Taking all that you can get Forgetting everything you've said But was it really meant? @SONG: Inconceivable? Outright - in my thinking And refusal in accepting How a word so mundane as sexism Could in some way relate to me But as I look inside myself I see... Opinions are somewhat blurred in conception Passive thoughts become impassive obsessions And I find I have the ability... To manipulate those gullible to my persuasion With deceitful words and actions Channelled into one dimensional emotions Not take persons trust under false pretension Outright - in my thinking And refusal - in accepting How a word so mundane as sexism Could in some way relate to me But as I look inside myself I see the contradictions. @SONG: Mentally Murdered Your aspirations, unable to stretch Beyond the barriers of what's expected As the free thought you were born with Becomes externally polluted Lose sight of your ideals In their brainwashing institutions Predetermine your values To befit your substandard existence Discouraging creativity To aim for empty ambitions Living up to others' expectations Takes hold of your assiduity Mentally murdered! The will to succeed Overpowers the will to resist Mentally Murdered! Always up to the mark Set the wheels in motion A fake sense of security From your invariable position Sinking in the crowd A face minus expression A mouth that echoes words Recycled from tradition Your only contentness Is in living a lie Mentally Murdered!!! Do you possess the strength To re-create your own life? MENTALLY MURDERED?! @SONG: Sometimes Sometimes when inattentive I become confused by my own actions Slow to see in myself The faults I'm quick to see in others Barricaded with problems I try to hide my face By submitting my strength To a mind-destroying substance But why do I run When it's myself I try to escape? Why don't I possess the strength To learn from my mistakes? The only way to overcome your fears Is to look them in the eye! To be aware of ones faults Is essential if they're to be corrected When you lack the desire to change The anguish becomes abundant @SONG: Make Way! Syringe into this earth A virus known as profit Extract from it the "goodness" Which in business terms means greed Make way! For another snip at the lifeline "Look - a new site for expansions! Let's carnage the forests, Our main source of oxygen." Then we'll dump our shit Onto a poisoned land Where poisoned food Feeds poisoned minds And we'll dump it in the waters Where no life now knows But down it's contaminated rivers Our baneful conscience flows As a toxic cloud blackens [our] air Once so clean and pure On natures form of retribution We all must choke! -- the truth is here angles kill dreams -candiru-
