Letras:Napalm Death. Death By Manipulation. Changing Colours.

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Adapting to different surroundings
Changing 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 manoeuvres
Too soon you'll get caught unawares

Sometimes I feel pity
Sometimes I feel hatred ...
Sometimes you're my friend
Sometimes you're my enemy

I'll never give you the satisfaction
Of knowing how I feel