code is red... Long live the code Lighting the way to a panic mode. Switched up to - switched up to subdue when the masses switch off The code is red
Traduction: Napalm Death. Le Code Is Red ... Long Live The Code.
the powerless - well, where? Screaming at the wall to make more sense... ... I melt back into indifference The silence is deafening The silence is deafening The silence is
tedious high view for all occasions Right you are! Moral fiber spews from ever crevice Chattering class convert cleanses the masses Conscience is clean
on the heart and heads in the sand Instruments of persuasion Instruments of persuasion Stand shoulder-to-shoulder and win the bonanza. A sweetener from death
lowest Lower than the lowest Lower than the lowest Maybe, just maybe, this New World Order Is no concept for "freaks" Straight, true, and divine Straight
chasm is never too high or wide The corporate slow-killer Punished with a lenient smile A pledge is a pledge is a pledge is a pledge The arrogance,
: [Embury / Greenway] Nothing comes to nothing When there's nothing there to give The powers want to strip you clean A charge for every breath A price
: [Mitch Harris / Greenway] God can take his eyes off me Love is there - it's mine and mine alone This soul is strong Our bodies our own To use, explore
Protective - only when I just might get what's due Steal the march on a friend whose work you'd prostitute How quickly you discard those around when usefulness is
: [Embury/Greenway] Odds are stacked with hooks to catch The creeping doubt that strains the cracks Morale - sheared - morale Drained - morale Morale
you stand in the Aryan pecking order? We are "faggots", "Jews" and traitors Because we resist the will to hate. Here's supremacy: To rise above paranoia Is is
: [Embury, Mitch Harris, Russ Russell] [Instrumental]
down to this: Want, want, want for a blanket of material bliss Can you live it? Does it gleam? Feel it rid the heart of ideals This is a vegetative
rainstorms When I stare into the TV There's wealth and health and optimism These grinning clones are way off All hail the grey dawn Where there is
Embury, Greenway] ... And so it comes to pass With a shrug of the shoulders A washing of the hands It was war through lies on demand Work to live
in rainstorms When I stare into the TV There's wealth and health and optimism These grinning clones are way off All hail the grey dawn Where there is