Napalm Death — Exile lyrics

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 minds, eyes blind.
Criticism for the masses — or for themselves?
Progression or procession?.
Do opinions count, or do they mount?
The piles of shit.
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.