Dogma – Napalm Death

Innocence –
a painful reminescene
Of what was not
And will never be.
Meant not for me.
An unjust war
On the futile.

Chorus:
Bludgeoning my affection wide open
Cries of overkill.
Bludgeoning my affection wide open
Cries of overkill.

Scraps of memories
Flung from our master’s table.
A plan I’m sure to disable.
Allegiance to none other.
Allegiance to none other.

(Chorus)

Renegate a healing catharsis
That bursts, meaningless.
Renegate a healing catharsis
That bursts, meaningless.

Graceful – selfish will,
The chilling thrill,
A play on the nerves to end “all serves”.

As penance
To a man’s drying tear,
My leer but deny ourselves.

Graceful – a selfish will,
The chilling thrill,
A play on the nerves to end “all serves”

As penance
To a man’s drying tear,
My leer but deny ourselves.


Lyric Dogma – Napalm Death