Acting in Gouged Faith Songtext
von Napalm Death

Who am I to not concoct who we are
With a classifying screw or two?
Who am I to not concoct who we are
Whitewashed, tamper-proof?

Flaming torch to your face
Flaming torch
Flaming torch to your face

I won′t take this lying down
Color draining stupor in the here, not just now
I won't take this lying down, lying down
Tooth and nail for a selfdom, unfathomed yet espoused

Brute virtue in a spitting feign
Brute virtue
Brute virtue in a spitting feign

(Not lacking irony) I′m aping you
Our pernicious strands of goodness
Really fuse
Our pernicious strands of goodness really fuse


Flaming torch
Brute virtue in a spitting feign
Flaming torch
Brute virtue in a spitting feign

I'm insulating you
New-for-old theocentric opaque spew
New-for-old theocentric opaque spew

Flaming torch
Brute virtue in a spitting feign
Flaming torch
Brute virtue in a spitting feign

In gouged faith
In gouged (In gouged faith)
In gouged faith (In gouged faith)
In gouged faith (In gouged faith)
In gouged faith (In gouged faith)
In gouged faith

Die

The one evolving oneness
Disarmed of power plays
Things are insurmountable
When acting in
In gouged faith, in gouged faith