Exile lyrics

Pushed, promoted, justified?

Perhaps not guaranteed.

Reassuring cash transfer providing leads,

Media profile - fallacies we need?

I think not!

Labels breed the money making rock machines.

Broadening mind, eyes blind.

Criticism for the masses - or for themselves?

Progression of procession?

Do opinions count or do they mount?

The piles of shit,

(That the) alternative press delights us with.

Critique elite - ill informed.

No wrong can be done, depending on the trend at times to be untrendy.

Unexpired exile,

Reluctantly we all indulge their tasteful hype.

• Artist:Napalm Death
• Album:Utopia Banished