Have we come to blows over nothing?
Hath this thing wrought itself for pickles?
Vegetable garden: central planning and executive officers
Telling the carrots when to come up
And the nightshades to go out among the people
Stirring up the terror we require
To keep a hold on this civilization
Haven't you heard of the clash?
There is a great terror on the horizon
We must stand together or be destroyed
Become great, become becoming, evolve or perish!
Darwin had a lot to say that we have accurately interpreted
Run faster on the treadmill, it wastes nothing, wants everything
Your sweat will be collected for a research study that will not benefit your children
The disclaimer: you agreed to this before you were born
Thank you for playing
We have big plans for you
Listen carefully: there will be many clichés
You will become a middle being
And we will drop you just when you stopped fighting
Off at the most convenient waste receptacle
For our driver, not for you
Because the place is known by the navigator
And the meniscus is not a spot to remain
Roman Ryan 