Text: Napalm Death. From Enslavement To Obliteration. Impressions.

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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?