Fuck the Factoid lyrics

Spin yarns, carve the face off a main event

Spray that gibberish all around, it is slick

Spin yarns, carve the face off a main event

Graft on that phantom limb, it twists

Get

Get

Get a loosened grip

Get a loosened grip

Loosened grip

Temperature is scalding, needing scapegoats to diffuse

And we well know a non-event's every kind of news

But tell the baying throng the strays have rifled through

You can't lose

You can't lose

You can't lose

Ire

Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars

Ire erupts from glad-handing the liars

Ire

Filthy fucking factoid epidemic sprouting norms

And in the process, hobbling outcasts who already fell short

But tell the baying throng the strays have run amok

Filthy fucking factoid epidemic

Filthy fucking factoid epidemic

Filthy fucking factoid epidemic

Filthy fucking factoid epidemic

Filthy fucking factoid epidemic

• Artist:Napalm Death
• Album:Throes Of Joy In The Jaws Of Defeatism (2020)