Artist: napalm death
Song: purist realist
Purist realist manipulates
Purist realist segregates
Purist realist on their own terms
Purist realist you never learn
Inner loathing, the mounting hate
Hundred fights, a thousand regrets
Sacrifice
You wear me like a second skin
Dwelling on a scene of bitter love
Harping on some forgotten war
The shadow former self
Purist realist manipulates
Purist realist segregates
Purist realist on their own terms
Purist realist you never learn
Two-faced preacher denied yourself
Purist realist, a rotting state of grace
Sacrifice
You wear me like a second skin
The shadow former self
Cannot be me, cannot be me
Cannot be me, cannot be me
Cannot be me, cannot be me
Cannot see the once treasured
Depleting life it shows in
Your weakness, impotence
Inability to have spoken
Summarizing that teasing
That non-restricted feelings
Set in a moment in dealing
Return to the source of regret
