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