Changing Colours — текст песни (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 manuvres,

Too soon youll get caught unawares.

Sometimes I feel pity,

Sometimes I feel hatred...

Sometimes youre my friend,

Sometimes youre my enemy.

Ill never give you the satisfaction

Of knowing how I feel.