State Of Mind — Napalm Death

To transgress out, out of a savage state of mind.

A deep rooted, continuous outcry.

Territory under rule. But from whom ? Do we choose the right to not choose to be fools ?

To grasp greedily, a freedom from pride. A binding force, a source of strength.

Territory under rule. But from whom ? Do we choose the right to not choose to be fools ?

To be content to lose, an act of saving, of deliverence for a while. For that knowing smile of I told you so .

Fear and it's penalties, to utter such cries.

I think the choice is there to underule.