Procrastination on the Empty Vessel Songtext
von Napalm Death

Procrastination on the empty vessel
Roll over and over to take a breather
Is this dereliction
Of duty to not throw a giant stick in the works?
To labour so rigidly
Fleeing safe havens of natural beauty

Procrastination on the empty vessel
Toil to the bone so the machines roll on
Is this vague assumption
That a call to a halt will signal our untimely end?
To labour so rigidly, all the safe havens of natural beauty


We don′t believe that we have the nerve
We can believe that refusal won't hurt
We don′t believe that we have the nerve
We can believe that refusal won't hurt
We don't believe much in ourselves

Nil retribution on the empty vessel
Bracing ourselves as we smashed our routine
This feels like liberation

Or a call to a halt that signaled
Our untimely end
To have laboured so rigidly
Barred from safe havens of natural beauty

We don′t believe that we have the nerve
We can believe that refusal won′t hurt
We don't believe that we have the nerve
We can believe that refusal won′t hurt
We don't believe much in ourselves
Ourselves

Ourselves