[Verse 1] You were conned from birth. Not in some vague poetic way. A precise, repeatable CON. Marinated in myth before you could chew solid food. They handed you a menu of truths and told you to swallow them whole. No chewing. No tasting. They said Jimmy in the Sky cares deeply about your plate. He cares about what you touch. What you cut. Curiosity was treated like a disease. You were trained not to ask. [Chorus] The body ain't a priest, it don't know how to pray, It’s a biochemical engine burning through the day. It don't care if it’s cursed, it don't care if it’s blessed, It just needs the fuel to survive the test. Oh, there ain't no theology in the blood and the bone, So leave the innocent flesh alone. Leave the flesh alone [Verse 2] Step one: Authority. You trust the ones who feed you. Step two: Repetition. The script gets hammered in till familiar feels like FACT. Step three: Fear. Your plate becomes a confession booth. Your body becomes a battlefield. And what about the cutting? Mutilation to appease an imagined order. No medical need. Just pain. Just a Stone Age story enforced on a child. You were handed a script, not a map. You became a clone. [Chorus] The body ain't a priest, it don't know how to pray, It’s a biochemical engine burning through the day. It don't care if it’s cursed, it don't care if it’s blessed, It just needs the fuel to survive the test. Oh, there ain't no theology in the blood and the bone, So leave the innocent flesh alone. Leave the flesh alone [Bridge] So how do you get un-lost? You separate the claim from the FACT. A claim is God cares what you eat. A fact is your body needs nutrients to beat. You test your beliefs against reality. You reclaim your machinery. You refuse the stampede. [Chorus] The body ain't a priest, it don't know how to pray, It’s a biochemical engine burning through the day. It don't care if it’s cursed, it don't care if it’s blessed, It just needs the fuel to survive the test. Oh, there ain't no theology in the blood and the bone, So leave the innocent flesh alone. Leave the flesh alone [Outro] Staying conned is a choice. Eat as thou wilt. Choose what nourishes. Refuse to let fear season your life. START ASKING WHY. Just ask why ©2026 Trevor Swistchew and The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
