The Food SongRecipes are just combinationsAnd what are these just mere salutationsWhen they plead for our salvationAre these just the lies that feed our nationsAs enemies we never learnA shaking hand is never firmBut as the path clears we turn away from it allAll these jealousies we have earnedOh so shamelessly they still returnAll the outlandish lessons we have burnedYes and we’re imprisoned by the whole thingWho gets something really good to eatWhy do we want the world to fall at our feetLike a child throws its food to the floorLike an apple that is rotten to the coreAs all the memories they kick inThe gravy, it is thickeningThe combination is sickeningBut we still press onAnd as all the memories they kickWhile the gravy it is thickeningAnd the combination is sickeningBut we still press onHow to know what’s in your headHow to know if your just playing deadBut it’s all gonna be that way when you say you’re alone and imprisoned by your yesterdaysOh you know what you really wantBut yet you’ve turned yourself into what you don’t really wanna beJere we are and we know don’t have to be that wayyes u know it