Στοίχοι: Napalm Death. Time Waits for No Slave. Feeling Redundant.

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
Direction less, 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
Are condemned to repeat it

Those who can't escape the past
Are condemned to repeat it
Are condemned to repeat it
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 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
Direction less, transparent, brittle beings that we are

They place us in a losing battle
It dissipates the present and the future
Direction less, transparent, brittle beings that we are

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