Judicial Slime - Napalm Death

Taste me

You made me what I am

Mind polluting worthless fuck

Am I the mental feast

Bruised and scarred

The underdog

A pawn within a losers game

My strength will grow upon your fear

Slime

In time you’ll face your end line

Judge me not before yourself

Breed

Take my pride — that’s all you can

Hatred surges burning me

Feed

For what atonement do you seek

Your dying grasp of loyalty breaks like brittle bones

Forgotten past

I stand condemned

For I am more powerful than you’d imagine