Paroles: Napalm Death. Words From The Exit Wound. Cleanse Impure.

Super power
Soup from bloated pyres
Ultra pristine
Break off a nation, take a bite

Covet me dearly, shaft me completely
Cleanse me impure till the doctrine sticks

Super focused
Fields of red to dredge
Ultra conscious
Earmarked and [Incomprehensible]

Covet me dearly, shaft me completely
Cleanse me impure till the doctrine sticks

Might is right to blight
Just in the scheme of things
Bombs for sludge for blood
Snuffed out on a whim

Husk of a patriot
Vapors of a soul blown off
Husk of a patriot

Might is right to blight
Just in the scheme of things
Bombs for sludge for blood
Snuffed out on a whim

Husk of a patriot
Vapors of a soul blown off
Husk of a patriot

Covet me dearly, shaft me completely
Cleanse me impure till the doctrine sticks
Cleanse me impure till the doctrine sticks

Covet me dearly, shaft me completely
Cleanse me impure till the doctrine sticks
Cleanse me impure till the doctrine sticks