Songtexte: Napalm Death. Inside The Torn Apart. Purist-Realist.

[Music: Pintado, Lyrics: Embury/Harris]

Purist-realist manipulates
Purist-realist segregates
Purist-realist - on their own terms
Purist-realist - you never learn

Inner loathing - the mounting hate
Hundred fights - a thousand regrets

Sacrifice - you wear me like a second skin

Dwelling on a scene of bitter love
Harping on some forgotten war

The shadow former self

Two-faced preacher - denied yourself
Purist-realist - a rotting state of grace

Cannot be me

Cannot see the once-treasured
Depleting life it shows in
You weakness, impotence
Inability to have spoken
Summarizing that teasing
That non-restricted feelings set in a moment
In dealing
Return to the source of regret