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I'm retching on the dirt,
it's earthiness coating my throat.
I'm wincing on
the bitterest pill.
I refuse to swallow.
I'm offered the warmth of a velvet glove,
an iron fist to some.
I'm treated like a scab.
A traitor to my kind.
I'm hounded by
white-right
might
that wants the country pure.
I'm incensed by those in awe
of living amongst their own .
Selective perfection
will cut their own throats !
I'm constantly
forcing the point,
but we're all retching
on dirt,
and we'll choke
if we don't spit it out !
it's earthiness coating my throat.
I'm wincing on
the bitterest pill.
I refuse to swallow.
I'm offered the warmth of a velvet glove,
an iron fist to some.
I'm treated like a scab.
A traitor to my kind.
I'm hounded by
white-right
might
that wants the country pure.
I'm incensed by those in awe
of living amongst their own .
Selective perfection
will cut their own throats !
I'm constantly
forcing the point,
but we're all retching
on dirt,
and we'll choke
if we don't spit it out !
Исполнитель: Napalm Death