Clutching At Barbs Lyrics - Words From The Exit Wound - Napalm Death

Waylaid by the hand that leads. 

Scale the heights of intimacy. 

Forewarned, unarmed, 

one intoxicating whiff and you're snared. 

Dose up to delirium, 

cross circles of death for the good, 

deflect (all) contests. 

One intoxicating whiff and you're snared. 

Mock me - I'm convulsing. 

I'm clutching at barbs. 

Crass pity goes the deepest, 

it magnifies the dross. 

A grip enforced - barely healing. 

I'm clutching at barbs. 

Leave me to snatch and paw 

then lick my wounds. 

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Struggle spent, I concede defeat. 

Swing for scumbags 

who heaved the leash. 

Soft hands, sweet chance, 

one intoxicating whiff and I'm snared! 

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