My wife & I considered what if we, the human race, were simply just produce for a higher race.
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We're cattle for the spirits
We're food for the gods
We're manure for their farmlands
Growing us into pods
They give us glimpses of freedom
But they keep us caged up in thought
Slaughtered after we're fattened up
Or disgarded if we sour and rot
They push us, poke us, and prod us
And we refuse to acknowledge they're there
They give us no explanation
And we accept that explanation as fair
They tell us we have our own free will
So we kill each other and say
"Jesus saves, so you better believe or blow your ass away!"
I'm damned if I don't
And I'm damned if I do
There's some damn spirit in the kitchen
Prepping a pot to turn me into fondue
I can't give up and I can't give in
I'm as screwed as are you
So I guess I'll just sit here spinnin' my wheels
Wondering what I should do
