Текст: Napalm Death. Enemy Of The Music Business. Mechanics of Deceit.

Cloacks of sickness keeping us sweet
Delusional blackness, fictional madness
Visionary backlash, traps are set
Revolting mind doors conspiring our downfall

Which came first? The lies or deceit?
Why did the suffering cross the divide?
The dealer sold his soul to hide
And left us on the other side

The corporate lessons for which we burn
Desolate loops in which we turn
Saga of fools, a voyage of trust
No contracts bound, gathering dust

Which came first? The secret or the crime?
Where does the loyalty cross the line?
The dealer sold his soul to hide
And left us on the other side

Tranquillize our denial
Vengeance is mine
Capitalize on regret

Kick aside what aspires
Vengeance is ours
Our defense won't expire, I

Eat the shit with a smile, don't be frail
Our word is bond
Face the wall, fill the mold that we take
Break with our hands

Sign the line, it's your life
Don't be squeamish
Take he time, take the sweat
Talk back your tongue

Mechanics, mechanics, mechanics of deceit
Glorified, butchered, bathed in malice

Sign the line, it's your life
Don't be squeamish
Take he time, take the sweat
Talk back your tongue

Eat the shit with a smile, don't be frail
Our word is bond
Face the wall, fill the mold that we take
Break with our hands

Mechanics, mechanics, mechanics of deceit

Tranquillize our denial
Vengeance is mine
Capitalize on regret

Kick aside what aspires
Vengeance is ours
Our defense won't expire so beware