Wrapped in plastic... Frozen solid... Meat... popsicle... Hey there guy, you know you wanna die... Hey there inner voice, did you leave me any choice? I’m just a snack on a stick, red dye and a trick, Vacuum-sealed tight, make the inventory click— (sustain 1 bar) You call me a "bad guy," label on the skin, But I’m just waiting for the thaw to begin... Only when I shake, you say that’s your win! Frost on my breath is the proof to give in! Say I’m "contaminated," say that I steal... But I’m the only thing in the freezer that’s real! I’M JUST A MEAT POPSICLE! COLD TO THE BONE! BEGGING FOR A PULSE IN A COLD-STORAGE ZONE! (I’m not a voyeur!) I’m just behind the glass, watching life pass— I’m a human being, not a mass-produced class! (sustain 2 bars) I wish they’d just put me in the sun... Tell me what I’ve done, before I’m undone... Stuck in the wedge... (—) Between the freezer and the floor... Not human... not alive... not dead anymore. "Keep your fight," they say, while they lower the degrees, Intervening in my life with a high-pressure freeze. Cull my little circle, keep the shelf space clean, Harder to control a man who isn't machine. Normalcy is a luxury they pull from the tray— I can't even melt without someone getting in the way! I can’t have friends... I’m too cold to touch... I can’t drink pop... it’ll fizz too much... (Meat... popsicle...)
