Masquerades, loneliness
While depressions awake
Suffocate, devotional
Cursed by strangers who stayed
Masquerades, overdressed
In depressions which stayed
Understand foolishness
Oberserved by no one who cared
Lost in rooms
So nameless – shameless
Dark eyes gloom
So nameless – painless
Your innocent cruelty your insanity
Your innocent memory
It's called insanity
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