I break through walls
I am buried
I break through walls
Hard dirt
The ashes
I could not stand
Any longer
Wanted to be free
Every second
Every thought
A wheeze
No aversness
Caught in illusions
That's no existence
Restricted views
Restricted perspektives
The monotony of everday life
Like chains
Painful and tiresome
Break these walls
Destroy these walls
Bursted
Destroyer
Hall of dead
Destroy these walls,
Rip them appart,
Burn them down and blow away the ashes
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