Napalm Death - Cause And Effect (part 2)

Reproach envelopes me.
A hierarchy through violence
- street society.
Street society.
I voice my contempt.

Convinced of my immunity.

Yet on a smaller scale,
in my conflicted world,
my resistance is stretched.

You sense and provoke.

You mock and degrade
my friends and aims,
tempting drastic actions
- baiting me.

My shame turning,
turning to rage.

Twisting the knot inside,
the final strains of restraint discharged.

Acceleration of loathing,
driving my physical force.

The shameful act,
the feelings of angst,
I considered myself incapable.

Lay blame with me
for the bastard that I am,
(you're) too stupid
to understand the scars
your cruel words inflict.