Žodžiai dainai: Napalm Death. Noise For Music's Sake. Pride Assassin.

Brought forth into an acceptance
Expected mass production
All cloned to obey without fail

To question means breaking the mould
To turn back that courage you lack
Or live in pretense

In youth, confused prime for manipulation
An open sore cursed with their social infections

Absorb to be seen as a failure
Not fit to breathe the air we take in

Pride assassin

True feelings call for deviation
But could you face mass condemnation?

Pride assassin

Backed into a corner
Why should you adhere
To their illusions and their orders?

Willing to dictate, yet for themselves exemption
Evaluate your brain form your own opinions
To be an individual, compassionate and free