Napalm Death -

Searing, bleary, give anything to be relieved Didn't move to heel So in the proboscis sticks So in the proboscis sticks Inched a hand in without fear or favor Took an altogether imperious penetration Relieve yourself upon yourself Remaining on notice that you've been warned Thereafter your toxicity the overseers will dwarf When peeling back the layers you'll be swarmed Cloudy makeshift remedies remind that you've been warned Touching, touching distance will agitate those spines of omnipotence And the falsehood, the falsehood: That you could crack the fleshy inner sanctum And you'll piss on your own stings You'll piss on your own stings