Identity Crisis — Napalm Death

Fly their flags upside down, Then watch the sky come falling in And ranks will swell to quell

These separatists And our identity crisis This great identity crisis

Traitor to 'my people' No, you're a traitor to yourself Enslaved by hierarchy

Demanding dues Through this identity crisis This clear identity crisis

Going down on one knee To bear the load of some inglorious burden Acting accordingly hastens death to the individual

You roam in packs Smash the fringes to remind the nation-led

Of us 'fifth columnists' And our identity crisis This clear identity crisis