Disclaimer: This song is not attacking fat people you fuckin weirdo.
Verse one explains what happens to you and your childrens health when choosing convenience over quality. Verse two delves into how your garbage sustenance is made. And of course we touch upon the corporate masterminds making big money off your ignorance. Straight up though, I'll still eat french fries... That shit's delicious
lyrics
Your sweat glands swell and your nerves crash
cuz you want your food and you want it fast
Fill your gut for a nickle more
and truely get what you paid for
You smell foul, feel sick, can't sleep
looks like you really are what you eat
Accross the globe a money race
to fatten up the Human Race
They grow meat from machines and offer it to you
You lick it off your hands, Now it's a part of you
(chorus)
Your children are paying for your mistakes
but you'll Eat it up , And keep your mouth shut
Feet, Nostrils, Skin, Feathers and Guts
squeezed out through a tube of puss
Ammonia, Fluoride, Preservatives, Bleach!
ingredients that you don't see
Animals refed their own shit
you know the meat is made of it
Corperate men, corrupt, get rich
You give them cash to make you sick
They grow meat from machines and offer it to you
Lick every bit from your hands, Now it's inside of you
(repeat chorus)
An entire generation of slaves is petroleum based
All of the shit you paid for and ate... Man Made
credits
from biformity,
released April 1, 2015
Words and Music - Joe Phipps
Synth - Brandon Deering
Bass - Rachael Russo
Studio guitar and drums - Joe Phipps
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