Sanitize To blitz every lasting stain Turning fashioned...
Heads turn Heads to marvel at plastic landscapes Heads to fill a vacuum of synthesized grace
Globalise In continuum to equalise turning littered...
Heads turn Heads to forego distinctions to make Heads to embrace prospects of life in a cage
Plastic landscapes, synthesized grace Distinctions to make, life in a cage Time waits for no slave
Just give them convenience upon pain of death Cut out the middleman Keep them uniformly spoon-fed Time waits for no salve
Just give them convenience Upon pain of fucking death Honoured cattle-class turning fattened heads
Heads turn Heads to enthuse in a permanent daze Heads once longing for flaws to disassociate Permanent daze, disassociate Synthesized grace, life in a cage
In one breath you denounce The authoritarian reach. Turn of the cheek and you're basking In the fake sunlight of its grip