Текст песни Napalm Death - Greed Killing
The wrong time, the wrong place,
our smiling face of distrust.
Buried, the seed
deep in all our heads.
Prepared ourselves for the fall.
The greed killing !
Instinct of mistrust,
instinct - the lust.
Their butchery of feelings,
geared for the
greed killing.
The greed killing !
Not now, then when ?
Not now, then when ?
When ?
The lust denies the need.
Existence is a steady flow,
the moulded image grows.
No core, no faith in what you are,
the pressure builds
right from the start.
Could it be just sour grapes ?
Or have we failed
to fit their shape ?
It's always give, and never take.
How much more can we give ?
How much more can we take ?
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