Throwaway

Текст песни Napalm Death - Throwaway <br/> I&#039;ve slipped the noose,The stackles are off.My naturity fixation outshines.It&#039;s go for brokeAnd fuck it all,With head held higher (than thou)I am the man that used to care.( )<br />Who was I then?So quizzical with foresight.Now I&#039;ve favoured to saviour the flavourOf nine-to-five intitution.Out with the old,In with the never rgime.I sold my soul to the robotised dream.Breaking bones of contention.