Žodžiai dainai: Napalm Death. Noise For Music's Sake. Siege of Power.

Siege of power
In your land
Too many problems
For you to understand

Siege of power
Inside your mind
Outward restrictions
To keep you in line

Siege of power
In your land
Too many problems
For you to understand

A slave of their power
You never question why
You're going to suffer
You're going to die

Siege of power
Inside your mind
Outside restrictions
To keep you in line

You're a slave of their power
You never question why
You were made to suffer
You were born to die

Siege of power
They made you a tool
While others were ruling
You were being ruled