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NAPALM DEATH LYRICS
"Mentally Murdered" (1989 EP)
1. Rise Above
2. The Missing Link
3. Mentally Murdered
4. Walls of Confinement
5. Cause and Effect
6. No Mental Effort
1. Rise Above
At time of birth,
minds free from suspicion,
senses raped,
induced with superstition.
A pre-set mode
to befit description,
language, colour,
race definition !
Inner strength must detect
the love we each possess
before we may reach,
appreciating it in anyone else.
External distinctions
used as scapegoats
to problems,
channelling our aggression
in the wrong direction.
Break down the barriers
that enforce superstition.
Learn to trust,
overcome suspicion.
Acceptance, the weapon,
active against our freedom,
our love and compassion
held at treason.
Rise above induced superstition.
2. The Missing Link
An integral sense comes
with belonging to a scene
supposedly absent of barriers
(when sexism is only
one of many).
Earnest words
calling for unity of the sexes
when she's still the chick, or stupid bitch
(ridiculed for showing an interest).
Hidden indifference
strikes an emotion reaction
when you see an animal being abused.
Yet un-noticed when a woman
is abused
in the same way.
The links of oppression
stem from the same degradation
but to one,
our eyes remain closed.
Actively abusing the rights of one
whilst fighting
for those of another.
The " scene " may hold a different name,
but the roleplays just the same.
Equal rights are fine,
as long as she's in her place.
Outrightly denouncing fascism,
whilst oblivious to it taking place,
is condemnation of standards,
all an act to save face.
Unity, a stark ambition
when our abuse
surpasses recognition.
3. Mentally Murdered
Your aspirations, unable to stretch,
beyond the barriers of what's expected,
as the free thought you were born with
becomes externally polluted.
Lose sight of your ideals
in their brainwashing institutions,
predetermine your values
to befit
your substandard existence...
Discouraging creativity,
to aim for empty ambitions.
Living up to others'expectations.
Takes hold of your assiduity.
Mentally murdered !
The will to succeed
overpowers the will to resist.
Mentally murdered !
Always up to the mark,
set the wheels in motion,
a fake sense of security
from your invariable position.
Sinking in the crowd,
a face minus expression.
a mouth that echoes words,
recycled from tradition.
Your only contentness
is in living a lie.
Mentally murdered !
Do you possess the strength
to re-create your own life ?
Mentally murdered ! ? ! ?
4. Walls of Confinement
Before my eyes I see a wall,
12 000 miles high,
and the same amount wide.
Within that wall are
faces of people
to whom I once could relate.
Now communicating seems hard,
when there's an ego barrier to break through.
Opinions of self opinions
cloud a new horizon.
The vision a mere illusion.
Biased in conclusion, trapped in seclusion,
to the outside - exclusion.
When an attitude is so biased,
what can you expect to change ?
Banging your head,
but the wall's not moving,
it's enclosing.
Burning so much energy.
Enthusiasm burning.
Is change the " real " obsession ?
Or with a sense of pretention,
do you merely strive
for credible attention ? ? ?
5. Cause and Effect
What are your motives for your abuse ?
what can they be ?
Accused of things I've never done,
this seems strange.
Your motivation, for my humiliation.
I'm pressurised,
So many times by your presence.
Your very existence
has become my obsession.
My infatuation with your damnation.
I experience dangerous thoughts
that are all too real.
How can one man inflict in me
so much hate ?
My obsession with your destruction.
6. No Mental Effort
So we're still
in our teething stages.
As far as
politics are concerned,
that's fine coming from someone
to whom sensationalism
be their only wisdom in words.
A self-proclaimed
spokesman
on something to which
prior knowledge excedes,
championing no more censorship,
then ridiculing our beliefs.
To appeal to your better nature,
are we to keep our mouths shut ?
Easy to discard,
constructive power at your disposal,
when egos and sales outbalance
opinions on the scale.
Using bands
as pawns in your hands,
building up, knocking down, sensationalise
to suit cheap public demand.
Merging with the gutter press
you claim to detest.
It's opened it's lid,
for you to crawl in and infest.
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