Obstinate Direction - Napalm Death

Premature is our response

To the apathy we’re allegedly fighting

When the only voice we seem to share

Is the one of infantile back-biting

As once broken-down barriers

Are gradually being recreated

We neglect our main purpose

And allow ourselves to be segregated

As we slowly fall apart

Divided by bitchery

In a bated breath

Who mentioned the word «unity»?