Napalm Death: Death By Manipulation Lyrics

Tell me, assure me
I really can't relate to your dishonesty
Dissention, seeking attention
Yet segregation from the ones that really cared

Tell me, assure me
I really can't relate to 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

Brought forth into an acceptance
Expected mass production
All cloned to obey without fall

To question means breaking the mould
To turn your back, that courage you lack
Or live in pretence

In youth confused
Prime for manipulation
And open sore cursed with their social infections

Absorb to be seen as a failure
Nor fit to breathe the air we take in

Pride assasin

True feelings call for deviation
But could you face mass condemnation?

Pride assasin

Backed into a corner
Why should you adhere to their illusions
And their orders

Willing to dictate yet for themselves exemption
Evaluate your brain form your own opinions
To be an induvidual - compassionate and free

A chronic complaint of dimness
Prevails your profound ideology
A romantic version of a master race
Attained through coercive froms of authority

Your observance is negigence
If you see the threat from different 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 shit

Look into yourself
And you'll find the real oppressor
To a life of unchallenged hate
It's yourself who's the nigger

Time for omittance
From a sterile existance
Where the weekend pays homage
To stereotypicalperpetuation

Must inebriate my senses
Into a state of delirium
Before I turn to the meatrack
For my penial 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

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

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

Just face the truth or fund the farce

At one with your god
Your sole untent
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 those who pass on
But those dictators divine waving their deceitfull wands

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
You're a slave to their power
you never questioned why
you were born to suffer
you are going to die

Siege of power, they made you a tool
While others were ruling you were being ruled

At the time of birth
Minds free from suspicion
Senses raped
Induced with superstition

A pre-set mode
To benefit description
Language, colour
Race definition

Inner strength must detect
The love we each possess
Before we may reach
Appreciating it in anyone else

External distinctions
Used as scapegoats to problems
Channeling our aggression
In the wrong direction

Break down the barriers
That enforce superstition
Learn to trust
Overcome suspicion

Acceptance, the weapon
Active against our freedom
Our love and compassion
Held at treason

Rise above induced superstition

And intergral sense
Comes with belonging to a scene
Supposedly absent of barriers
(When sexism is one of many)

Earnest words
Calling for unity of the sexes
When she's still the chick, or stupid bitch
(Ridiculed for showing an interest)

Hidden indifference
Strikes an emotion reaction
When you see an animal being abused

Yet un-noticed when a woman
Is abused in the same way

The links of oppression
Stem from the same segradation
But one our eyes are closed

Actively abusing the rights of one
Whilst fighting for those of another

The 'scene' may hold a different name
But the roleplays just the same
Equal rights are fine
As long as she's in her place

Outrightly denouncing fascism
Whilst oblivious to it taking place
Is condemnation of standards
All an act of save face

Unity a stark ambition
When our abuse surpasses recognition

Your aspirations, unable to stretch
Beyond the barriers of what's expected
As the free thought you were born with
Becomes externally ploluted

Lose sight of your ideals
In their brainwashing institutions
Predetermine your values
To befit your substandard existence ...
Discouraging creativity
To aim for empty ambitions

Living up to other's expectations
Takes hold of your assiduity

Mentally murdered!

The will to succeed
Overpowers the will to resist

Mentally murdered!

Always up to the mark
Set the wheels in motion
A fake sense of security
From your invariable position

Sinking in the crowd
A face minus expression
A mouth that echoes words
Recycled from tradition

Your only contentness
Is living in a lie

Mentally murdered!

Do you possess the strength
To re-create your own life?

Mentally murdered?

Before my eyes I see a wall
12,000 miles high
And the same amount wide
Within that wall are faces
Of people
To whom I could once relate

Now communication seems hard
When there's an ego barrier to break through

Opinions of self opinion
Cloud a new horison
The vision a mere illusion

Blased in conclusion
Trapped in seclusion
To the outside - exclusion

When an attitude is so biassed
What can you expect to change?

Banging your head
But the walls are not moving
It's enclosing

Burning so much energy
Enthusiasm burning
Is change the 'real' obsession?

Or with a sense of pretention,
Do you merely strive for credible attention???

What are your motives
For your abuse
What can they be?
Accused of things
I've never done
This seems strange

Your motivation, for my humiliation

I'm pressurised
So many times
By your presence
Your very existance
Has become my obsession

My infatuation with your damnation

I experience
Dangerous thoughts
That are all too real
How can one man
Inflict in me
So much hate

My obsession with your destruction

So we're still in our teething stages
As far as politics are concerned
That's fine coming from someone
To whom sensationalism be their only wisdom in words

A self-proclaimed spokesman
On something to which prior knowledge excedes
Championing no more censorship
Then ridiculing our beliefs

To appeal to our better nature
Are we to keep our mouths shut?

Easy to discard
Constructive power
At your disposal
When egos and sales
Outbalance opinions
On the scales

Using bands
As pawns in your hands

Building up
Knocking down
Sensationalise
To suit cheap public demand

Merging with the gutter press
You claim to detest

It's opened it's lid
For you to crawl in and infest

Multi-National Corporations
Genocide of the starving nations

Drawing attention to yourself
At anothers expence
Your puritan stance
Carries a certain pretence

When an ego is at stake
There's always a point to make
Bigotted and self opinionated
There is no give and take

Obsessed with changing the world
Not in changing yuorself

Adapting to different surroundings
Changing views day by day
Too critical of others
When you too are at fault

Several sets of opinions
Like colours to camouflage yourself
Like a fox sly in your manoeuvres
Too soon you'll get caught unawares

Sometimes I feel pity
Sometimes I feel hatred ...
Sometimes you're my friend
Sometimes you're my enemy

I'll never give you the satisfaction
Of knowing how I feel

So much bitterness
In this so called scene
Self righteous 'leaders'
With their own little dream

Walls of confimement
Don't stray too far
Evicted for maturind
Whilst they stagnate

Is anger always a positive reaction?
Is understanding often subdued by emotion?

On the path to individual freedom
I'm met with countless obstructions
An external vacuum distorts my observance
Sucking me into the rat race

A weakness makes me gullible
Constantly lured into their traps
Dismantling my motivation
Taking my destination to another step back