Napalm Death - My Own Worst Enemy текст песни

Played out, wide off the mark,
mania develops,
akin to fiction
more than to a world of fact.

My own worst enemy.
My own worst enemy.
Lifes foul treachery.
My own worst enemy.

Dams of emotion build
a dull and turbid screen,
cloudlike veils of black
in jungles of hopes oppressed.

So many times,
for no reason.
So many promised punches,
for what reason ?

Ceaseless decay,
parallel obscene and flagrant.
Ceaseless decay,
restrained my mind coils.

So many times,
for no reason.
So many promised punches,
for what reason ?

Ceaseless decay,
parallel obscene and flagrant.
Ceaseless decay,
restrained my mind coils.

My own worst enemy.
My own worst enemy.
Lifes foul treachery.
My own worst enemy.

Played out, wide off the mark,
mania develops,
akin to fiction,
more than to a world of fact.

My own worst enemy.
My own worst enemy.
Lifes foul treachery.
My own worst enemy.