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 turn away 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 u know it