Napalm Death - Hung

Hung

Downwards, downwards-
LifeB9s spiraling descent.
All love is lost.
Premature and unreasoning.
Perversely chained wit hout any values.
Wretched, degraded.
Take it all on the chin.
To forever hold my piece.....
The reins turned noose pull taunt as I fall.
The figment is more painful than the fact,
And IB9m the one to hang, just for being me
The murky clouds wash, solace comforts me not,
And IB9m the one to hang, just for being me
Black numbing blanket smothers attrit ion once and for all.