Woorden: Napalm Death. Noise For Music's Sake. From Enslavement To Obliteration.

Committed to a life of slavery
In the factories our own hands have built
Where we must work twice the graft
Before gaining the goods
We've already slogged to create

To consume all things material
Stand above human compassion
As we compete with our fellow man
In the bid for a stronger position

In our ruthless search for prosperity
We become the tools of our own oppression
Forming the backbone of a society that thrives
On mass division

From enslavement
To obliteration