Lyrics Napalm Death

Napalm Death

Freedom is the Wage of Sin

Mandated since none of them knew

How to transcend moral codes that are presumed

Unthinkable?

Inconceivable?

Cower in a corner and keep the heresy stowed

Freedom is the wage of sin

No universal (theoretical) force of influence

Should dictate behaviour that we can't handle ourselves

Freedom is the wage of sin

Permission - the abdication of our self-determination

Think... think for a minute

Of centuries of perpetuating

Bloodshed, deception, oppression

Think... think for a minute

Of centuries of subjugating

Martyrs superstitions

The evidence is damning and conclusive -

That intervention

Is not advancing or easing hardships

Still we're strangely so duty-bound