Testo Sceptic In Perspective Napalm Death
when all that glitters isn't gold and fortunes turn to dust.
You're prime time for the raping.
And when you don't pander to meet the agenda,
scavengers start to gather.
Perverse visionaries taste the lather;
the just rewards in controlled rebellion.
Tossed and probed like a gristly piece of meat,
lock, stock, and barrel slave.
You just don't contradict big brother.
He's got the right to push you under.
..and they pledge you the earth, then pull you six feet down.
And you're branded with the stigma: unusable dropouts.
..and with inspiration ravaged, you take the final bow,
the creative demeanor shattered into a million pieces.
You're rip for the breaking.