We want to eat you
Your insides are our gold, your brain is our goal
Give us your knowledge, give us your courage
When we grab our knives and forks
Serve you on a copper plate, do know that we love you
We want you to become one of us
For all that is sacred about you, for all that the box tells us
The box tells us you're holy, the box tells us you're great
It tells us to mediate our constant feeding
For a big stream of blood, similar to the one in the box
Our holy, glorious box that tells us what to do
And it tells us that we want to eat you
It tells us it's okay, that all of your suffering will end
That we're okay, we're only doing what we're told and want
When we envelop your flesh with our teeth
Grind your very existence into a pile of giblets
Heart, liver, guts, we will grind them, we'll grind them good
Make sure that no piece goes to waste
All of you shall become part of us
And we will be happy
The box tells us we will be happy
The box tells us it will be alright
So we're gonna eat you.

Synd att jag inte är lika kreativ längre...

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October 2010