Napalm Death - Impressions Тексты

A shroud of insecurity


Surrounds me every move


Actions reflect


Upon the response they receive





A sense of insecurity


Prevents my instincts being followed


Fear lies in my open-ness


Meeting rejection from the crowd





Why should I feel trapped?


Why should I hold back?


Why can't I...break free?
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