Food Chains

Artificial for these strictly conscious times

Organic prosthesis with a view to paying in kind

To ease the guilt of scores of undignified ends

Strung up, disemboweled right out of the pen

So unbeknowing in their anonymity

'Cause when you're marked for death

Ears switch off to the screams

Primal urges, blindly cull, tear and chew

Remember, don't scorn what God gave to you

God gave to you

Reverting, technologically advanced

Yet bloodily we regress

Reversal, looking forward to

A pressure bolt through the head?

Numbness, second only to dumbness

Sure, they don't feel a thing

Travesty, communication block

Ensures no further usage

Travesty

Travesty

Travesty