Napalm Death Juidicial Slime
Taste me, you made me what I am,
Mind polluting, worthless f..ck.
Am I the mental feast, bruised and scarred, the underdog
A pawn within a losers game, my strength will grow upon your fear.
Slime, in time you=B9ll face your end line, judge me not before =
yourself.
Breed, take my pride - that=B9s all you can. =
Hatred surges burning... =
-BURNING ME -
Feed, for what atonement do you seek?
Your dying grasp of loyalty... =
-BREAKS LIKE BRITTLE BONES -
Forgotten past, I stand condemned,
For I am more powerful than you=B9d imagine.