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Napalm Death - Exile lyrics
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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