Napalm Death – Throwaway

I’ve slipped the noose, the shackles are off.

My maturity fixation outshines.

It’s go for broke and fuck it all, with head held higher (Than thou)

I am the man that used to care.

Who was i then?

So quizzical with foresight.

Now i’ve favored to savor the flavor of nine – to – five intuition.

Out with the old, in with the new regime.

I sold my soul to the rebotised dream.

I’m just an empty shell with integrity scooped out. =

A painted smile, a glass – eye high on two that can’t cry.

Touch me, i’m cold to the merits of (Real) love.

I stepped back from the edge when other slipped off.

And all because society told me to.