Napalm Death
Fluxing of the Muscle
Disciplinarian starts pitiless altercations
That is what the people want
That is reverence in the eyes of heads they hold aloft

Never squat in sentiment, meet halfway or make amends
That's not what the people want
That is pissing in the wind and swinging to be clubbed

Pissing in the wind
Pissing in the wind

Lulling fragmentation, this can multiply our cut
That's just what the people want
That is reverence in the eyes of heads they hold aloft

The second you make overtures the neutralized will ransack you
That's not what the people want
That is pissing in the wind and swinging to be clubbed

All this bulging muscle to be fluxed

Swinging to be clubbed
Pissing in the wind
Swinging to be clubbed
Pissing in the wind
Throbbing muscle
Muscle, muscle, muscle
Bowing muscle, muscle
Muscle, muscle, muscle

Fluxing of the muscle
Tension-bound, tense and stout
Fluxing of the muscle
Not dialling down
Not dialling down

Shrinking muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Deadening muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle
Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle

Fluxing of the muscle
Tension-bound, tense and stout
Fluxing of the muscle
Not dialing down, not dialing down

Those who bark at temperate curse who would cave in and self-flagellate
Come tearing at all you skewed minorities like rutting alpha mammals
With their chests exposed and sinews taut and ready
Ready

This is their language
This is sole gesture
This is their faith
This is out of harm's way
This is their language
This is sole gesture
This is their faith
This is out of harm's way
This is their language
This is sole gesture
This is their faith
This is out of harm's way
This is their language
This is sole gesture
This is their faith
This is out of harm's way

This is their language
This is sole gesture
This is their faith
This is out of harm's way
This is their language
This is sole gesture
This is their faith
This is out of harm's way

Fluxing of the muscle
Tension-bound, tense and stout
Fluxing of the muscle
Not dialing down, not dialing down