Текст песни Napalm Death - Purist Realist
Napalm Death - Purist Realist слова песни
Purist-realist manipulates.Purist-realist segregates.Purist-realist -on their own termsPurist-realist - you never learn.Inner loathing,the mounting hate.Hundred fights,a thousand regrets.Sacrifice,you wear melike a second skin.Dwelling on a sceneof bitter lore,harping on some forgotten war.The shadow former self.Two-faced preacher- denied yourselfPurist-realist- a rotting state of grace.Cannot be me.Cannot seethe once-treasureddepleting life it shows in.Your weakness, impotence,inability to have spokensummarizing that teasingthat non-restricted feelingset in a moment in dealing.Return to the source of regret.