Napalm Death - Judicial Slime Lyrics
Taste me, you made me what I am,Mind polluting, worthless *****.Am I the mental feast, bruised and scarred, the underdogA pawn within a losers game, my strength will grow upon your fear.Slime, in time youll face your end line, judge me not beforeYourself.Breed, take my pride - thats all you can.Hatred surges burning...-burning me -Feed, for what atonement do you seek?Your dying grasp of loyalty...-breaks like brittle bones -Forgotten past, I stand condemned,For I am more powerful than youd imagine.