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Napalm Death - Exile - Текст песни

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.
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