Primed Time — текст песни (napalm death)

I`ve walked to the ends of the earth,
and glanced into the eyes of those
who were going the opposite way.

They failed
to bridge the gap,
first contact was a threat
and you could taste the surging unrest.

Who wrote the law
that opposites attract ?
Who could be so naive ?
Everyone trusts no-one.

Looking out for number one
as is the primed time.

The finite thrill of the loathing -
a streak in our
lifebearing dreams.

The connecting virus
drives a volatile wedge.

It strengthens
to soothe the open wound,
but ours is a primed time.

Although I`m not exempt of blame,

It strengthens
to soothe the open wound,
but ours is a primed time.

Bonding ? -
Do you think I want the upper hand ?
Broken contracts,
we sow infertile seeds
and reparation pales.