Lyrics:

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 it's grip