Changing Colours 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 manuuvres
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