Lyrics: Exile
Album: Utopia Banished
Artist: Napalm Death
 

Pushed, promoted, justified?.

Perhaps not guaranteed.

Reassuring cash transfer providing leads, media profile – fallacies

We need?

I think not!

Labels breed the money making rock machines.

Broadening minds, eyes blind.

Criticism for the masses – or for themselves?

Progression or procession?.

Do opinions count, or do they mount?

The piles of shit.

Alternative press delights us with.

Critique elite – ill informed.

No wrong can be done, depending on the trend at times to be

Untrendy.

Unexpired exile, reluctantly we all indulge their tasteful hype.