Cut my thoughts in reservation – this is for my isolation
Cut them down so I stop thinking
Break them off so I won't feel it
Getting out of all this preaching
Searching stops cause I'm now in it
Lost – Alone
No one's honest
None
Squeeze the Night
Dark seems so bright
I stop thinking
I stop sinking?
Why?
Drowning in the past
Memories fade
Destroying what's hopeless
Fading away
All I love with Napalm Death anno 1986-1989, especially the punk energy, is summerized in "Take aim". Wormrot of course stands on its own. Amazing. whaleheart