Text: Napalm Death. Time Waits for No Slave. No-Sided Argument.

Abject, engulfed

Assail the heathen you
Cheer the martyr home
Never drop your guard

Smear campaign against clarity
A no-sided argument
Bite that tongue
A no-sided argument
Bite that tongue

Slum in a turgid rut
Self-flagellate to assure
Pleasures trampled flat

Obligation to those pious myths
A no-sided argument
A no-sided argument

You seem a brow-beaten husk
Sheltered from salacious everything
You've reached saturation point
Every violating human touch
Sets bombs off inside your brain

You've reached saturation point
You've reached saturation point
You've reached saturation point
You've reached saturation point

With turmoil as an epitaph
A no-sided argument
A no-sided argument
A no-sided argument
A no-sided argument
A no-sided argument