Whittle whittle worn away Scratch and scrape - break and fray Muddled down a shake is made From the ash of another day With a pinch of discontent Sprinkle in free range contempt 2 cups of sin - mixed in repent A tablespoon of what was meant Garnish plate with good intention Pick the plant of growing tension Don't forget the apprehension Probably not worth a mention Simmer slowly is the trick Served along with pins and pricks Finger foods for the dead and sick Sweet meats tender tasty licks A meal fit for modern kings Like flightless birds with broken wings Useless lumps of shapeless things A throat that's cut no song to sing Animals of present past In a future not meant to last Still not full and eating vast Going strong but fading fast A recipe for the modern age The time has come to set the stage So glad it's over turn the page Subdue your hate and calm your rage No more times for wants or needs Consuming more than a disease But what you get is what you see So come on now and follow my lead The menu's written long ago Much further back than you know Don't hesitate when it's time to go It's coming fast so don't move slow The concept leaves you wanting more Seconds please then out the door Leave the money on the floor Back to the streets just like a whore Come get what you need When it's over turn and smile You're free now from that denial