Napalm Death. Utopia Banished. Idiosyncratic. Zeneszám

Not lacking insight or impetus to shout behind ideas
That reforms in us will bring about

As parallels we run so close yet as I try to draw to you
Incoherence rears its ugly head
Of integration? You do your utmost to discourage it

Envy, resentment, jealousy
Taken emotions, there is no need

I try so hard to state my case yet as I try to draw to you
Incoherence rears it ugly head
Resort to slander, you drive me further away

Breakdown of minuscule faith
My wasted efforts

It's your indifference, not mine
That puts me on a pedestal
Then after the fact
You oppose me for a lack of support

If your aims are to attract us condemnation
The bitter taste I had now
Strengthens my resolve to rise above