Paroles: Napalm Death. Utopia Banished. A Means to an End.

Humored, presumed
Hysterical for showing alarm
Wise man, fuck you

In the hands of wasters
A means to an end

Cast over us appraising eye
Blind us with nonsensical science

Don't need silver tongue
Or your feeble gestures

Spin the coin, roll the dice
The law of averages is irrelevant
'Cause the outcome's always the same
Always the same

Too many distortions in truth
Too few solutions come to light
Stand back, watch the bullshit fly
Always the same

Win the hearts of the nation
With great expectations
While focusing efforts on discrediting others
Always the same

The naivety of trust could be
A means to an end