DESCRIPTION:
From In Crust we Trust
Lyrics:

shopfloor, hierarchy, the slaves are a team
the imbecilic security mimes the over head music theme

initiating the sermon, in the consumer citadel
the heavenly hymns, spew forth
value packs for the congregation
the brainwashing semen we disgorge

subliminal thought circumcision !

languish in your squalor, subcutaneous of your brain
thrive on the products that you need.
subtantial bleach, for the non-existent stain

subliminal thought circumcision !

recreating the scene, receptive beings deceased
no absolution for your greed
all your life now your to blame
parallel era, it's the dawn of the dead