| Song | Clutching At Barbs |
| Artist | Napalm Death |
| Album | Words From The Exit Wound |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Shane Embury | |
| Waylaid by the hand that leads, scale the heights of intimacy | |
| Forewarned, unarmed, one intoxicating whiff, and you're snared | |
| One intoxicating whiff and you're snared | |
| Clutching at barbs | |
| Dose up to delirium, cross circles of death for good | |
| Deflect 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 | |
| The dross, the dross | |
| A grip enforced barely healing, | |
| I'm clutching at barbs | |
| Leave me to snatch and paw, then lick up my wounds | |
| Struggle spent, | |
| I concede defeat | |
| Swing for scumbags who heaved the leash | |
| Soft hands, sweet chance, one intoxicating whiff, and | |
| I'm snared | |
| One intoxicating whiff, and | |
| I'm snared |
| zuo qu : Shane Embury | |
| Waylaid by the hand that leads, scale the heights of intimacy | |
| Forewarned, unarmed, one intoxicating whiff, and you' re snared | |
| One intoxicating whiff and you' re snared | |
| Clutching at barbs | |
| Dose up to delirium, cross circles of death for good | |
| Deflect 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 | |
| The dross, the dross | |
| A grip enforced barely healing, | |
| I' m clutching at barbs | |
| Leave me to snatch and paw, then lick up my wounds | |
| Struggle spent, | |
| I concede defeat | |
| Swing for scumbags who heaved the leash | |
| Soft hands, sweet chance, one intoxicating whiff, and | |
| I' m snared | |
| One intoxicating whiff, and | |
| I' m snared |
| zuò qǔ : Shane Embury | |
| Waylaid by the hand that leads, scale the heights of intimacy | |
| Forewarned, unarmed, one intoxicating whiff, and you' re snared | |
| One intoxicating whiff and you' re snared | |
| Clutching at barbs | |
| Dose up to delirium, cross circles of death for good | |
| Deflect 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 | |
| The dross, the dross | |
| A grip enforced barely healing, | |
| I' m clutching at barbs | |
| Leave me to snatch and paw, then lick up my wounds | |
| Struggle spent, | |
| I concede defeat | |
| Swing for scumbags who heaved the leash | |
| Soft hands, sweet chance, one intoxicating whiff, and | |
| I' m snared | |
| One intoxicating whiff, and | |
| I' m snared |