Clutching At Barbs — текст песни (napalm death)

Waylaid by the hand that leads.
Scale the heights of intimacy.
Forewarned, unarmed,
one intoxicating whiff and you`re snared.

Dose up to delirium,
cross circles of death for the good,
deflect (all) contests.
One intoxicating whiff and you`re snared.

Mock me - I`m convulsing.
I`m clutching at barbs.
Crass pity goes the deepest,
it magnifies the dross.

A grip enforced - barely healing.
I`m clutching at barbs.
Leave me to snatch and paw
then lick my wounds.

Struggle spent, I concede defeat.
Swing for scumbags
who heaved the leash.
Soft hands, sweet chance,
one intoxicating whiff and I`m snared!