| Song | Warped Beyond Logic |
| Artist | Napalm Death |
| Album | Smear Campaign |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Embury, Greenway | |
| Absorb this, relent | |
| Approach this in a trance | |
| Monoliths raised - oh aching faith | |
| Monoliths blotting your landscape | |
| They'll try to coax you in, | |
| But they'll never snare your mind | |
| They'll try to cast aspersions | |
| On your failing, Godless life | |
| Stare with indifference into the invisible eye | |
| Who so died for many sins - | |
| Those were theirs, not mine | |
| They'll try to flail you | |
| With a blast of righteous air | |
| They'll try to break your stride | |
| Until you really walk the path of the damned | |
| The Pentecost, no Testament | |
| Could complement my consciousness | |
| They'll move to turn you | |
| Against yourself and where you stand | |
| They'll isolate you | |
| To the point where non-compliance equals banishment | |
| Theorise, marginalize, chastise |
| zuo ci : Embury, Greenway | |
| Absorb this, relent | |
| Approach this in a trance | |
| Monoliths raised oh aching faith | |
| Monoliths blotting your landscape | |
| They' ll try to coax you in, | |
| But they' ll never snare your mind | |
| They' ll try to cast aspersions | |
| On your failing, Godless life | |
| Stare with indifference into the invisible eye | |
| Who so died for many sins | |
| Those were theirs, not mine | |
| They' ll try to flail you | |
| With a blast of righteous air | |
| They' ll try to break your stride | |
| Until you really walk the path of the damned | |
| The Pentecost, no Testament | |
| Could complement my consciousness | |
| They' ll move to turn you | |
| Against yourself and where you stand | |
| They' ll isolate you | |
| To the point where noncompliance equals banishment | |
| Theorise, marginalize, chastise |
| zuò cí : Embury, Greenway | |
| Absorb this, relent | |
| Approach this in a trance | |
| Monoliths raised oh aching faith | |
| Monoliths blotting your landscape | |
| They' ll try to coax you in, | |
| But they' ll never snare your mind | |
| They' ll try to cast aspersions | |
| On your failing, Godless life | |
| Stare with indifference into the invisible eye | |
| Who so died for many sins | |
| Those were theirs, not mine | |
| They' ll try to flail you | |
| With a blast of righteous air | |
| They' ll try to break your stride | |
| Until you really walk the path of the damned | |
| The Pentecost, no Testament | |
| Could complement my consciousness | |
| They' ll move to turn you | |
| Against yourself and where you stand | |
| They' ll isolate you | |
| To the point where noncompliance equals banishment | |
| Theorise, marginalize, chastise |