Purist Realist — Napalm Death

Purist-realist manipulates. Purist-realist segregates. Purist-realist - on their own terms Purist-realist - you never learn.

Inner loathing, the mounting hate. Hundred fights, a thousand regrets.

Sacrifice, you wear me like a second skin.

Dwelling on a scene of bitter lore, harping on some forgotten war.

The shadow former self.

Two-faced preacher - denied yourself Purist-realist - a rotting state of grace.

Cannot be me.

Cannot see the once-treasured depleting life it shows in. Your weakness, impotence, inability to have spoken summarizing that teasing that non-restricted feeling set in a moment in dealing. Return to the source of regret.