Testo Changing Colours Napalm Death
Adapting to different surroundings,
Changing your views day by day,
Too critical of others
When you too are at fault.
Several sets of opinions
Like colours to camouflage yourself.
Like a fox sly in your manúuvres,
Too soon youâll get caught unawares.
Sometimes I feel pity,
Sometimes I feel hatred...
Sometimes youâre my friend,
Sometimes youâre my enemy.
Iâll never give you the satisfaction
Of knowing how I feel.