Napalm Death Stunt Your Growth (ep) 1. Stunt Your Growth Spread of seed over many expanses Cycles It would grow regardless out of these behemoth's clutches Claimants to the last drop Patents block the begging bowls Owned to stunt your growth Stunt your growth Basic subsistence hinges around this fundamental biology Jaw-dropping concessions to cabals viewing anything natural as commodity If this is what it's come to, we can ration out the oxygen We can rule on replication of bodily expression We can wholly stunt our growth If this is where we're heading this is the height of ludicrousness We could count on ruination whenever the wind blows Strewn - and stealthily stunt our growth If we waive natural liberties, the GMO literally consume to control 2. What Is Past Is Prologue Recruited under implicit pacts Immoral instigators try to cover their tracks But convergence of atrocities are thinly disguised And herein hides their fucking lies Herein hides their fucking lies Industrialization - does it lead to Liberation? Degenerate formulas built on sexist assumption What is past, what is past is prologue Parental vulnerability and social stigma Financially coerced through emotional vicissitudes Slotted into areas that demand the least Gendered sectors prepared for the least Gendered sectors prepared for the least Create the infrastructure to bolster nervous regimes Against a background of agricultural politics What is past, what is past is prologue Built on sexist assumption... Sexist assumption... What, what is past is prologue What, what is past is prologue What, what is past is prologue What... Recruited under implicit pacts Immoral instigators try to cover their tracks But convergence of atrocities are thinly disguised And herein hides their fucking lies Parental vulnerability and social stigma Financially coerced through emotional vicissitudes Slotted into areas that demand the least Gendered sectors prepared for the least Industrialization - does it lead to Liberation? Degenerate formulas built on sexist assumption What is past, what is past is prologue 3. Oh So Pseudo Compel yourself just enough (company man) And you might just believe that A brow-beaten, a sheepish lament Is a sure-fire way to be absolved Fan the flames back to the corpse pile you disown Warming like touchy-feely at the sweatshop turned tomb Then come assurance: we're of gold standard Against which standard? Standard scripted stream of 'woe is me' Assurances, accomplices Oh so pseudo Exoneration, beg your pardon Oh so pseudo We go boom on our cheap tat Fraying like our standards And repeat like standard Standard sorry state to sorrier serfs Assurances, accomplices Oh so pseudo Resolution, dead impassioned Oh so pseudo Propel oneself Vindication, never in question… Oh so pseudo And oh pseudo Exoneration, beg your pardon Margins must increase