Ham In The Food Box (human-written lyrics)

there'll be ham in the food box ultra processed like all of us pressured pressed cut and paste crushed and shaped in the most unnatural of ways we've been walking circles here for days and days the food lines are long this depression makes dogs blurred definitions between harmless and wrong I've seen you die for your dollar its the way it has always been those in the sun swinging hammers dictated by dicks dragging pens some paper holds prose the rest holds the curse the edict you'll never find peace on this Earth the rulers made rulers timed clocks chose the truths chose to pin you down way down town under the dirt starving kids shearing shoveling elders harvesting the tooth Nazi Junior Version Two take a look. you are the vegetable their vitamin the fruit you're the product infinitely that they think that they deserve eight hours of work eight hours of sleep eight hours between where you attempt to solidify your hopeless little dreams and in the background on a stand there is a Tee Vee it is screaming it is burning it is flashing it is shots fired it is seething it is seeking the lizard minded to keep the lizards strong and breathing you're in the teeth even if you don't feel the biting the shepherd of product the store front of the dying of man power packaged bound up in writing in fear of the thunder the starving the crying three piece suit (wow) looks so good flesh in teeth yeah they're coming for you there'll be ham in the food box ultra processed like all of us pressured pressed cut and paste crushed and shaped in the most unnatural of ways we've been walking circles here for days and days my body is a machine that turns nature into cancer my home is a fish bowl owner said leave a message water's dirty head is hurting we are boiling in our skins and if you want to know what I think I'll tell you once again there'll be ham in the food box ultra processed like all of us pressured pressed cut and paste crushed and shaped in the most unnatural of ways we've been walking circles here for days and days and there are redundancies in place this is a maze we're after cheese we'll get a taste but you'll never escape you'll never get away. I've seen you die for your dollar its the way it has always been those in the sun swinging hammers dictated by dicks dragging pens but when will it all end? when will it all end? the alarm clock. does its thing. it's happening again. eight hours of work eight hours of you eight hours of sleep eight hours between where you attempt to solidify your hopeless little stupid useless tragic classic simple asks hands are clasped front or back either or neither matters in that coffin you can't afford you're the ham in that food box ultra processed glued and plugged worms want in but worms get none this is no grave decommissioned replaced pressured pressed cut and paste crushed and shaped in the most unnatural of ways been walking circles for days and days and there are redundancies in place there are plans that lie in wait to create the tools that they need should we all turn non complacent unbox these mindless replacements we're going dark who needs the sun down here in their bargain basement?