Lyrics Purist Realist - Napalm Death
Purist
realist
manipulates
Purist
realist
segregates
Purist
realist
on
their
own
terms
Purist
realist
you
never
learn
Inner
loathing,
the
mounting
hate
Hundred
fights,
a
thousand
regrets
Sacrifice
You
wear
me
like
a
second
skin
Dwelling
on
a
scene
of
bitter
love
Harping
on
some
forgotten
war
The
shadow
former
self
Purist
realist
manipulates
Purist
realist
segregates
Purist
realist
on
their
own
terms
Purist
realist
you
never
learn
Two-faced
preacher
denied
yourself
Purist
realist,
a
rotting
state
of
grace
Sacrifice
You
wear
me
like
a
second
skin
The
shadow
former
self
Cannot
be
me,
cannot
be
me
Cannot
be
me,
cannot
be
me
Cannot
be
me,
cannot
be
me
Cannot
see
the
once
treasured
Depleting
life
it
shows
in
Your
weakness,
impotence
Inability
to
have
spoken
Summarizing
that
teasing
That
non-restricted
feelings
Set
in
a
moment
in
dealing
Return
to
the
source
of
regret
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