| Song | Eyes Right Out |
| Artist | Napalm Death |
| Album | Smear Campaign |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Greenway, Harris | |
| Don't look upon the spoils with accusing gaze | |
| Don't insinuate that this stranglehold should really break | |
| Don't jab conspiratorial fingers in that direction | |
| Don't hold up to the light their dregs of purified poison | |
| Gently you'll be dissuaded, brought around | |
| Don't work out that the suffering mind knows when to die | |
| Don't drink from jewelled chalices and wonder why | |
| Don't steal back from exploiters that stripped you bare | |
| Don't arrive back to thinking that he's got your share | |
| Somehow you've been dissuaded and shut out | |
| Objections raised all softened to a murmur | |
| Wanton blasphemers shrink down in this vacuum | |
| Loudest base pleasures stifled to a whimper | |
| Colour and shade is so bland in this vacuum | |
| Repentant - you've been muzzled in their open arms |
| zuo ci : Greenway, Harris | |
| Don' t look upon the spoils with accusing gaze | |
| Don' t insinuate that this stranglehold should really break | |
| Don' t jab conspiratorial fingers in that direction | |
| Don' t hold up to the light their dregs of purified poison | |
| Gently you' ll be dissuaded, brought around | |
| Don' t work out that the suffering mind knows when to die | |
| Don' t drink from jewelled chalices and wonder why | |
| Don' t steal back from exploiters that stripped you bare | |
| Don' t arrive back to thinking that he' s got your share | |
| Somehow you' ve been dissuaded and shut out | |
| Objections raised all softened to a murmur | |
| Wanton blasphemers shrink down in this vacuum | |
| Loudest base pleasures stifled to a whimper | |
| Colour and shade is so bland in this vacuum | |
| Repentant you' ve been muzzled in their open arms |
| zuò cí : Greenway, Harris | |
| Don' t look upon the spoils with accusing gaze | |
| Don' t insinuate that this stranglehold should really break | |
| Don' t jab conspiratorial fingers in that direction | |
| Don' t hold up to the light their dregs of purified poison | |
| Gently you' ll be dissuaded, brought around | |
| Don' t work out that the suffering mind knows when to die | |
| Don' t drink from jewelled chalices and wonder why | |
| Don' t steal back from exploiters that stripped you bare | |
| Don' t arrive back to thinking that he' s got your share | |
| Somehow you' ve been dissuaded and shut out | |
| Objections raised all softened to a murmur | |
| Wanton blasphemers shrink down in this vacuum | |
| Loudest base pleasures stifled to a whimper | |
| Colour and shade is so bland in this vacuum | |
| Repentant you' ve been muzzled in their open arms |