Cursed to Crawl - Napalm Death

A fragile peace that exists inside.

A frame so shallow,

so narrow-minded.

An open wound —

we run inside.

A raging turmoil.

Helplessness confides…

Cursed to crawl

for my pale and bleeding heart.

Cursed to crawl.

Pale and bleeding.

Enter this sphere,

commonplace,

borderline.

Between my rage,

between our hate,

damn our mistakes.

Fixation blinds.

The pain of knowing

the truth beyond…

Cursed to crawl

for my pale and bleeding heart.

Cursed to crawl.

Pale and bleeding.

Unprepared.

A gruesome display,

perhaps a replay —

self-inflicted.

Reduced to nothing,

my piece of mind seduced.

Unworthiness.

The scars never heal…

Cursed to crawl

for my pale and bleeding heart.

Cursed to crawl.

Pale and bleeding.