Lyrics Napalm Death

Napalm Death

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 lore

Harping on some forgotten war

The shadow former self

Two-faced preacher - denied yourself

Purist-realist - a rotting state of grace

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 feeling set in a moment

In dealing

Return to the source of regret