The Food Song
Recipes are just combinations
And what are these just mere salutations
When they plead for our salvation
Are these just the lies that feed our nations
As enemies we never learn
A shaking hand is never firm
But as the path clears we live
And learn from it all
All these jealousies we have earned
Oh, so shamelessly they still return
All the outlandish lessons we have burned
Yes and we're imprisoned by the whole thing
Who gets something really good to eat
Why do we want the world to fall at our feet?
Like a child throws its food to the floor
Like an apple that is rotten to the core
As all the memories they kick in
The gravy, it is thickening
The combination is sickening
But we still press on
And as all the memories they kick
While the gravy it is thickening
And the combination is sickening
But we still press on
How to know what's in your head?
How to know if you're just playing dead?
But it's all gonna be that way when you say you're alone
And imprisoned by your yesterdays
Oh, you know what you really want
But yet you've turned yourself into
What you don't really wanna be
Here we are and we know don't have to be that way
Yes, you know it