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NAPALM DEATH
Thrown Down a Rope
Lyrics : barney greenway / music : mitch harris
Someone wants me dead
From the neck and upwards.
Rope weaved by these hands,
Box of my toils.
Coerced - dazed by a suckerpunch.
Reeling - believing that these are the dues.
Pitch back - throwback to a chastised youth.
No quarter - stifled under a stich-up hood.
To be made an example
Will stauch my deviant flow.
Held a lever that only I can pull.
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.
Bigots want my head
On a plate to sound-out.
Probing - exposing delicate core to full view.
Damning - programming etiquette to suit.
To dissect and reset
Will staunch my deviant flow.
Held a lever that only I can pull.
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.
Group constrictor.
Throttling a bond.
Call a cull to silence our loose tongues.
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- Bled Dry
- Cleanse Impure
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