A chicken on the assembly line feathers plucked and upside down
 
 Lived for what you wanted it to be so it could lay some eggs
 
 From wreck hope the parasite searches for a new host
 
 A salary so ridiculously high it can afford your outcries
 
  
  Like God
 
 Receiving rituals so alien they leave him cold
 
 Hunter, butcher, pacifist
 
 Chewing on chicken wings
 
 Fire, go back to the caves
 
 What do we want, will we be saved
 
 Trying not to lose it but we are lit
 
 An expectation to which we kneel and pray for liberation
 
 Dead ants in a jar of honey
 
 The last soul still fixed on money
  
 
 One color policy
 
 True colors underneath
 
 Fire, go back to the caves
 
 What do we want, will we be saved
 
 Trying not to lose it but we are lit
 
 Trying not to lose it in movies, in books and music
 
 I'm lost in you
  
 
 Forgive me for what I have to say
 
 All I ever knew was love
 
 I am dead
 
 Crying over you
 
 All I ever was was love
 
 Hunter, butcher, pacifist
 
 Chewing on chicken wings