Judicial Slime - Napalm Death
Taste me, you made me what I am,
Mind polluting, worthless *****.
Am I the mental feast, bruised and scarred, the underdog
A pawn within a losers game, my strength will grow upon your fear.
Slime, in time youll face your end line, judge me not before
Yourself.
Breed, take my pride - thats all you can.
Hatred surges burning...
-burning me -
Feed, for what atonement do you seek?
Your dying grasp of loyalty...
-breaks like brittle bones -
Forgotten past, I stand condemned,
For I am more powerful than youd imagine.