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NAPALM DEATH LYRICS
"Hatred Surge" (1985 Demo)
1. What Man Can Do
2. Instinct Of Survival
3. Abbatoir
4. Control
5. Sacrificed
6. So Sad
7. Caught In A Dream
8. Private Death
9. Cheswick Green (Live)
1. What Man Can Do
Take it out on others - that's what they do.
See what makes it work - that's what they do.
Feel my hatred surge - that's what they see.
AVENGE THEM
What Man can do - destroy, destroy.
What Man can do - destroy, destroy.
Destroy, destroy, destroy,
destroy virtually anything.
Pointless pleasure - my point in hate.
No point to a slow genocide.
What Man can do? Virtually anything.
What Man does is destroy virtually anything
2. Instinct Of Survival
Advertise the product you make,
never give, but always take.
Kill and lie for security.
On supermarket shelves death to see.
Instinct of survival
Advertise the product you make,
never give and always take,
clingfilmed flesh and genocide,
contented life, while millions die.
Instinct of survival
The multinational corporation
takes its profits from the Starving Nations.
Indigenous people become their slaves
from their births into their graves.
The multinational corporation
takes its profits from the starving nations.
Another product for you to buy,
you'll keep paying, until you die.
3. Abbatoir
Feel my hate for you and your kind,
for the shit you believe in your minds.
You feel nothing - you just lied to me.
You have no emotions - just satisfied smiles.
Abattoir
Your mind is like an abattoir
You used me like a lamb for slaughter.
I never believed a word you said.
I'll piss on your grave - laught when you're dead.
4. Control
There is a fascist inside of you,
controlling your life and what you do.
Fascist control.
There is a fascist inside your head,
controlling your mind until you're dead.
Fascist control.
5. Sacrificed
Taking beauty from Rabbits eyes.
Real beauty is denied.
Sacrificed
Spiky hair makes Rabbits cry.
One day soon, you will fucking die !
6. So Sad
An easy scapegoat for your blame,
Racial hatred, a creed of shame.
Unclean
7. Caught In A Dream
Surrounding spectacle for curiosity
nullifies the need to face reality.
Forms of escapism and entertainment
occupy... and disable thought.
8. Private Death
On your own again, trapped alive in your grave.
You're gonna die wasted, no way to be saved.
Private death, private death,
private death, you're dead again.
Private death, private death,
Private death, you're fucking dead.
No point in fighting, your life is already lost.
Try to escape: you're nailed to the cross.
Private death, private death,
private death, dead again.
Private death, private death,
Private death, you're fucking dead.
9. Cheswick Green (Live)
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