Songtexte: Napalm Death. Utopia Banished. Got Time To Kill.

Got time to kill

Sometimes I wallow in the air
Sometimes between a state
Of good intention and pathos
No worries, I've got time to kill

Wear my bleeding heart on a discerning sleeve
The mind is there but the spirit's weak
Time to worry when the time is killing concern

Presumption, an assumption
Redemption, unsolved

Riding on the perseverance of others
With armchair ideology
I'm a link in a chain of strength
Destructive inner fatigue
Corroding our effectiveness

Got to kick myself into gear
Instead of shrinking from activity

I've got time to kill my concern