Napalm Death - Repression out of uniform: lyrics de la chanson

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?