Вершы: Napalm Death. Utopia Banished. Exile.

Pushed, promoted, justified
Perhaps not guaranteed
Reassuring cash transfer providing leads
Media profile, fallacies we need?

I think not, labels breed
The money making, rock machines
Broadening mind, eyes blind

Criticism for the masses
Or for themselves
Progression of procession
Do opinions count or do they mount?

The piles of shit
Alternative press delights us with

Critique elite, ill informed
No wrong can be done
Depending on the trend
At times to be untrendy

Unexpired exile
Reluctantly we all indulge
Their tasteful hype