Napalm Death - Feeling Redundant - Текст песни

The past drags behind us like a dead weight
 Prone for the large part, yet piling on the guilt
 Bullying, rebuking, lest we re-imagine 

 Because by moving in the here and the now,
 It has become ingrained as given
 Directionless, transparent, brittle beings that we are 

 But consider this:
 Those who can't escape the past
 Are condemned to repeat it. 

 They place us in a losing battle
 But will we die for any flag? I don't think so.
 Quietly unwilling, escorted...
 There is little of our choosing. 

 Disorientated by the noise of custom
 It dissipates the present and the future unbalanced,
 Excluded for envisioning a new space. 

 Those who can't escape the past
 Are condemned to repeat it 

 The past gives us oversight
 But we have nothing if it is rehashed
 Are we so stupefied
 That we've run out of steam? 

 The past can keep us blissfully ignorant
 Away from a plunge
 Into the (exhilarating) virgin unknown
 Are we so fucking drained, that we've run out of steam?
 Are we so stupefied, that we've run out of steam? 

 The past drags behind us like a dead weight
 It has become ingrained as given
 Directionless, transparent,
 Brittle beings that we are
 They place us in a losing battle
 It dissipates the present and the future
 Directionless, transparent,
 Brittle beings that we are 

 But consider this:
 Those who can't escape the past
 Are condemned to repeat it.