Time Waits For No Slave (исполнитель: Napalm Death)
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 [bad word] 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