Napalm Death - Judicial Slime lyrics

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.