Текст: D.O.A.. 13 Flavours Of Doom. Time Of Illusion.

no time for the present no development and no design. prefabrications, the election rhyme and reason seek a place in time. chorus: it's a time, time of illusion. many million minds in a state of confusion. a disposable future looms in the dust of history. it's a time, time of illusion. no plan for tomorrow, the taxman's coming today. i ain't got time for now sorrow, can't even take it with me to my grave. (chorus) a dying man at his end, with a liver disease takes a part from a chimpanzee. now he's walkin' through the concrete trees. (chorus)