Suddenly not so clean An option that we could eat With caution we starve and receive Adopting a slice of the meat Sweet hearts clean our Teeth not, we rot No portions forced upon my friends Absorb the circus for some bread Forgive the existential dread Bored of it I beg Pretend we're drawing you in red To seek redundancy instead I kill for sport when hunger spreads We're coming for your head The hunter removes his sleeve Adopting a common need To bandage the oxen's plea Obnoxiously pure it bleeds Underneath our Greasy fingers Sugar seems sharp Baked in replacing the charm Sweet hearts clean our Teeth not, we rot