Napalm Death
Stunt Your Growth (ep)
1. Stunt Your Growth
Spread of seed
over many expanses
Cycles
It would grow regardless out
of these behemoth's clutches
Claimants to the last drop
Patents block the begging bowls
Owned to stunt your growth
Stunt your growth
Basic subsistence hinges around
this fundamental biology
Jaw-dropping concessions
to cabals viewing anything natural
as commodity
If this is what it's come to,
we can ration out the oxygen
We can rule on replication of
bodily expression
We can wholly stunt our growth
If this is where we're heading
this is the height of ludicrousness
We could count on ruination
whenever the wind blows
Strewn - and stealthily stunt
our growth
If we waive natural liberties,
the GMO literally consume
to control
2. What Is Past Is Prologue
Recruited under implicit pacts
Immoral instigators try to cover their tracks
But convergence of atrocities are thinly disguised
And herein hides their fucking lies
Herein hides their fucking lies
Industrialization - does it lead to Liberation?
Degenerate formulas built on sexist assumption
What is past, what is past is prologue
Parental vulnerability and social stigma
Financially coerced through emotional vicissitudes
Slotted into areas that demand the least
Gendered sectors prepared for the least
Gendered sectors prepared for the least
Create the infrastructure to bolster nervous regimes
Against a background of agricultural politics
What is past, what is past is prologue
Built on sexist assumption...
Sexist assumption...
What, what is past is prologue
What, what is past is prologue
What, what is past is prologue
What...
Recruited under implicit pacts
Immoral instigators try to cover their tracks
But convergence of atrocities are thinly disguised
And herein hides their fucking lies
Parental vulnerability and social stigma
Financially coerced through emotional vicissitudes
Slotted into areas that demand the least
Gendered sectors prepared for the least
Industrialization - does it lead to Liberation?
Degenerate formulas built on sexist assumption
What is past, what is past is prologue
3. Oh So Pseudo
Compel yourself just enough (company man)
And you might just believe that
A brow-beaten, a sheepish lament
Is a sure-fire way to be absolved
Fan the flames back to the corpse pile you disown
Warming like touchy-feely at the sweatshop turned tomb
Then come assurance: we're of gold standard
Against which standard?
Standard scripted stream of 'woe is me'
Assurances, accomplices
Oh so pseudo
Exoneration, beg your pardon
Oh so pseudo
We go boom on our cheap tat
Fraying like our standards
And repeat like standard
Standard sorry state to sorrier serfs
Assurances, accomplices
Oh so pseudo
Resolution, dead impassioned
Oh so pseudo
Propel oneself
Vindication, never in question…
Oh so pseudo
And oh pseudo
Exoneration, beg your pardon
Margins must increase
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