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