[Verse 1] At aisle nine, a little sign: “HEALTHY FOOD” in green. I count the coins inside my hand. The choice is made for me. The cheaper box is smiling, All dressed in sugar blue. The front is full of promises. The back is full of print. [Pre-Chorus] Dinner from a paper bag. Still hungry walking home. I paid less at the counter. Why’s my body paying more? [Chorus] Feed me, feed me, tell me I’m okay. One more bite, one more headline on the way. Sweet in my mouth, loud inside my head. Feed me, feed me - why am I still unfed? [Verse 2] I open up the news app. Three truths fight in a row. A stranger says it’s simple. The next one says, “You don’t know.” They sell me all their certainty. I scroll until I freeze. The room is full of answers. I can’t pick one to believe. [Pre-Chorus] The noise gets in my shoulders. I put the screen away. I reach for something sweet. Still can’t swallow the day. [Chorus] Feed me, feed me, tell me I’m okay. One more bite, one more headline on the way. Sweet in my mouth, loud inside my head. Feed me, feed me - why am I still unfed? [Bridge] At the till, I count the coins. On my phone, I count the claims. I pay for one with money, The other with my day. My body wants a decent meal. My mind wants something real. The more I take to feel okay, The less okay I feel. [Final Chorus] Feed me, feed me, tell me I’m okay. One more bite, one more headline on the way. Sweet in my mouth, loud inside my head. Feed me, feed me - why am I still unfed? [Outro] The bag is light. The scroll won’t end. I’ll try again At aisle nine. [End] ©Quantum Soul 2026 All rights reserved
