Napalm Death - Purist Realist текст песни

Purist-realist manipulates.
Purist-realist segregates.
Purist-realist -
on their own terms
Purist-realist - you never learn.

Inner loathing,
the mounting hate.
Hundred fights,
a thousand regrets.

Sacrifice,
you wear me
like a second skin.

Dwelling on a scene
of bitter lore,
harping on some forgotten war.

The shadow former self.

Two-faced preacher
- denied yourself
Purist-realist
- a rotting state of grace.

Cannot be me.

Cannot see
the once-treasured
depleting life it shows in.
Your weakness, impotence,
inability to have spoken
summarizing that teasing
that non-restricted feeling
set in a moment in dealing.
Return to the source of regret.