Napalm Death Glimpse To Genocide
Blindness leading. Which one me is real? Through corridors of uncertainty- a force without form. I've dug a hole so deep. full of the shit of compromise. For one I can't keep pain on the outside. Adapt. Take on release. Others. Thoughts infringed. Adapt. Take on release. A life- On pause syringed. A glimpse into genocide. My own emotions, a million strong. A heart so full of emptiness-