vegetative state
napalm death
in the end it comes down to this: want
want for a blanket of material bliss
feel it rid the heart of ideals
this is a vegetative state
what you gather - is that all you're worth?
playing catch-up with opulence
want. want. want. a get-out clause
this is a vegetative state
i'd like to know who they're fucking kidding
when they call this a classless society?
i'd like to know why the wight of the law is brought down
when desperation knocks you off course?
not in the vegetative state
i'd like to know how the high-rolling movers
i'd like to know why opportunity for all"