Food Chains

Artificial for these strictly conscious times Organic prothesis 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 anonimity '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 What 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