This ignoble disc (or rather double CD) comes from Earache.
Just a stupid commercial operation.
Napalm Death, during their long career, have gone through many evolutions in addition to the various line-up changes.
What I want to tell you is that this product is indeed well-packaged and many other merits can be added, but only concerning the CD and all that its aesthetics represent.
Then, another note is that the tracks contained within, apart from a few rarities, have been (almost all) taken from the group's works here and there without knowing their importance in the slightest.
It was this band that defined "grind" as the extreme part of music.
If you want to know more about them, you need to get all their albums from the first to the last.

Tracklist and Lyrics

01   The Kill (00:20)

There's nothing left to gain
You have just been led

The kill, after death, the kill

The shit you were promised
Means nothing now you're dead

The kill, after death, the kill

02   Scum (02:37)

In your mind
Nothing but fear
You can't face life
Or believe death's near

A vision of life
On television screens
An existance created
From empty dreams

Hide behind T.V.
Hide behind life
You should be living
But you only survive

Life holds nothing
But pain and death
Don't look for love
There is none left

03   You Suffer (00:06)

04   Deceiver (00:27)

Becoming wary of your lies
Your disguise the truth belies

Only fooling yourself
Pretend to bite the hand that feeds
But you won't discard your security

The transparency of your fantasy

05   Hung (03:48)

Downwards, downwards-
Life's spiraling descent.
All love is lost.
Premature and unreasoning.
Perversely chained without any values.
Wretched, degraded.
Take it all on the chin.
To forever hold my piece.......
The reins turned noose pull taunt as I fall.
The figment is more painful than the fact,
And I'm the one to hang,
Just for being me!
The murky clouds wash,
Solace comforts me not,
And I'm the one to hang,
Just for being me!
Black numbing blanket smothers attrition
Once and for all.

06   Antibody (02:50)

Showering with your respect
Luring all with trinkets
Benefits are in effect

Take time to reflect
on all true commitments
Now the big-noise reject

Communication breakdown
You shrug off the resolve
Riddled with the cancer
How does your life revolve ?

Loser of integrity
Antibody gives new release


Relieves the pain of being sincere
Important to maintain the ties
Mentor in the public's eye
Scandal could expose the lie

A shadow of your former self
reaping the rewards
no scam too outrageous
when there's more
to be fought for

Poisonous snake with a persuasive gaze
Predatory guru with promises of gain
His antibody is a painless extraction
of all the principles he once stood fast On

07   Unchallenged Hate (02:07)

A chronic complaint of dimness.
Prevails your profound ideology.
A romantic vision of a master race.
Attained through coercive forms of authority.

Your observance is negligence.
If you see the threat from difficult cultures.
We're all in this sinking ship.
Each of us together.

Where does the whiteman stand?
Where does the blackman stand?
Where do we all fucking stand/
Knee deep in the shit!

Lock into yourself and you'll find the real oppressor.
To a life of unchallenged hate.
It's yourself who's the "nigger"

08   Siege of Power (03:32)

Siege of power
In your land
Too many problems
For you to understand
Siege of power
Inside your mind
Outward restrictions
To keep you in line

Siege of power - in your land
Too many problems - for you to understand
A slave of their power - you never question why
Your going to suffer - you're going to die

Siege of power - inside your mind
Outward restrictions - to keep you in line
You're a slave of their power - you never questioned why
You were made to suffer - you were born to die

Siege of power
They made you a tool
While others were ruling
You were being ruled

09   Greed Killing (03:04)

10   Suffer the Children (04:20)

Your unflappable conceptions
Moralistic views
Never open to criticism
Your overpowering ruse

Promises of sanctuary
In eternal bliss
With starry eyes and cash in hand
Pledge to all the master plan

Just face the truth or fund the farce

At one with your god
Your sole intent
Your treasured place assured
For a substantial rent

Global lunacy
Death threats for supposed blasphemy
No room for free thought
All non believers pushed to the floor

Aggressive tyrants
Supposed saints for the cause
Judgement through force
Faith a fuel for pointless wars

When all is done
Who shall benefit? Who is the one?
Not to those who pass on
But those dictators divine waving their deceitful wands.

11   Mass Appeal Madness (03:28)

Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Dissention, seeking attention, yet segregation from the ones' that
really cared.

Tell me, assure me, I really can't believe your dishonesty.
Cash styled deadhead, no conscience or opinions.
Material gain bar happiness means shit.

It means shit.

Mass appeal madness eats your brain. False influence like a leach.
Sucking dry your veins.

Public eyes see fit your second face.
Freakshow - fooling those who imitate.

Clever marketing to dominate. Screwing those who gave you your big
break.

And when the bubble bursts, exposing your selfish crap.
You'll cry for sympathy, we'll just sit back and laugh.

12   Next of Kin to Chaos (04:08)

13   Judicial Slime (02:37)

Taste me,
You made me what I am,
Mind polluting worthless fuck.

Am I the mental feast,
Bruised and scarred,
The underdog.

A pawn within a losers game,
My strength will grow upon your fear.

Slime,
In time you'll face your end line.
Judge me not before yourself.
Breed,
Take my pride - that's all you can.
Hatred surges 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 you'd imagine.

14   Lucid Fairytale (01:02)

Delude yourself with the notion


That life's viewed defiantly through your eye


Subconsciously following the flock


From which appearance is the only exemption





The stagnant illusion of change


Concealed behind your disguise





What's perspicious on the surface


Is artificial inside


When views are merely symbolic


Of an image you hide behind





The stagnant illusion of change


Concealed behind your disguise

15   If the Truth Be Known (04:10)

Your self-determined place of value
Think before you act!
Can you justifiably criticise
A situations development
Sometimes there's only a single path
Which we have to walk
You realise before you even speak
That we're standing in a one-way street
Why should we retreat? - To satisfy your gain?
Think hard - tell me
What's your actual thoughts?
Could you even give your brain the time of day?
I'm not defending things I've said or done
But let he without sin
Cast the first begrudging stone
I the truth be known
Your desire to judge unchallenged
And revel in the according attention

16   Plague Rages (03:50)

Scale the inferno, take it all in
Am I right or wrong, or just confused?
Glamorized, dare I say it?
Fantasized, but through who's eyes?
Not theirs, that's for sure!
Rebuff beliefs that we've lost.
A plague rages in all our hearts.
Am I the last in line?
To stop and turn, and pretend that we're really changing.
I'd sooner DIE!...........

17   Social Sterility (01:12)

Time for my omittance, from a sterile existence.
Where the weekend pays homage to stereotypical perpetuation.

Must inebriate my senses into a state of delirium.
Before I turn to the meatrack from my penile selection.

Apathy spreads in unison with sexual disease.
A scourge that infests the cattle markets of youth.

Unconscious, just promiscuous.
Deprived of self respect.
In the selling of their bodies.
All emotions dead.

Thoughts absorbed.
Lost in sense of direction.
It's time to sit down.
And re - assess my course of action

18   From Enslavement to Obliteration (01:35)

Commited to a life of slavery
In the factories our own hands have built
Where we must work twice the graft
Before gaining the goods we've already slogged to create

To consume all things material
Stands above human compassion
As we compete with our fellow man
In the bid for a stronger position

In our ruthless search for prosperity
We become the tools of our own oppression
Forming the backbone of a society
That thrives on mass division

From enslavement
To obliteration.

19   Low Point (03:16)

20   Contemptuous (04:22)

Sadness,
despair.
Sometimes
the things I cherish,
Sometimes
that's all I've got,
And that's enough.

Bitterness,
anger.
Man made torture,
Not to be shared.

21   Diatribes (03:50)

[Music: Embury, Harris; lyrics: Greenway]

Bite the bit, scream till you're blue the face. [x4]

Nice pipe dreams or passive revolution? [x4]

Foot soldiers
With weapons of placarde and banners.
How will they stop the rot?

No standing to reason,
'cause reason is treason -
It doesn't feasible.

No standing to reason,
'cause reason is treason -
It doesn't feasible.

Lie down.
And cry all you can.
The machine rolls over you.

No standing to reason,
'cause reason is treason -
It doesn't feasible.

No standing to reason,
'cause reason is treason -
It doesn't feasible.

It just don't seem feasible - no!

Black to the NAzi - try pleading affinity
Hands up, boot in, shattering the passive dream.
But is it right to tolerate this fucked democratic process? - no!

Shattering the passive dream

Is it 'cause we like to hear the sound of our voice?
Big-hearted diatribes, just like my dilemma.
Time to return compliments, shattering the passive dream?

22   Chains That Bind Us (04:06)

23   Armageddon X 7 (03:14)

Lest we forget scorched earth policies, of megaton and hydrogen, and
taut muscle of an armory that flexes, to show the world we mean
business!

It's all smiles and handshakes, but who moves to disarm.

We've cheapened time and evolution.
To be violently erased is non - fiction.
Those summits and peace treaties are just worthless words.

It's all smiles and handshakes, but who moves to disarm.

Radium, Uranium - one more isotope to add the collection.
The age of outrage has been reasoned into submission.
And cries for peace are no longer in fashion.
I wonder if we'll see the point through cataracted eyes.
Or draw breath from irradiated lungs, and sigh as we exit times
seven

24   Breed to Breathe (03:15)

Divorced humanity
Science strays
Walk the path of servitude
Grown unknown malignant code
Misconceived the passion whole

Misconceived the passion whole

Born against the innocent
Amongst us issues preset
Determined goals which are set
Love: a crime of serverance

Are we free to feel!?
Do we hurt to heel!?

Whose life to steal!?
Whose life to steal!?

Awareness fails the public eye
Primate morals sell the lie
2,2 - symbolic bait
A process - bound genetic fate

The selfish feed - breed to breed

25   The World Keeps Turning (EP version) (03:17)

26   The Infiltraitor (04:30)

Shaped thus, shipped'em out
a new deal to flog and flout.
Buried up to the neck in socio-aggregate;
Twist an arm and drag it back.

Infiltraitor reclaims the rhetoric.
Infiltraitor turns the kindness milk.
Infiltraitors!

A now and later policy
suits privileged contingency.
A now and later policy
crowns privileged contingency.

Firmly entrenched, flip the cards.
Buy it up and starve it under
cultivating on the middle thatch
all withers through the barren patch.

High-flying,
Market the proles - the ornemental and quaint.
Lower-stooping,
disbanding in union.
Spine snaps on the make.

Throwing stances,
juggling a standpoint so it won't offend.
Tailored muses;
sharp, econo-friendly.
Spine snaps on the make

27   Nazi Punks Fuck Off (01:20)

Punk ain't no religious cult,
punk means thinking for yourself.
You ain't hardcore 'cause you spike your hair,
when a jock still lives inside your head.

Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Fuck off !

If you've come to fight, get outta here.
You ain't no better than the bouncers.
We ain't trying to be the police.
When you ape the cops, it ain't anarchy.

Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Fuck off !

Ten guys jump one, what a man !
You fight each other, the police state wins.
Stab your backs when you trash our halls.
Trash a bank if you've got real balls.

You still think swastikas look cool.
The real nazis run your schools.
They're coaches, businessmen and cops.
In the real fourth reich, you'll be the first to go.

Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Fuck off !

You'll be the first to go.
You'll be the first to go.
You'll be the first to go.
Unless you think.

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