User - Food-Chained

Where do I go?

Freeze-dried in the moonshine

Neptune prepares to fly

Wrapped up in the food-chained

Absorbed into her beams of light



Unchained you’re the victims tool



Pushed out and homeless

Neptune slipped off his turtle last night

And waking up is the hardest jewel

U can swallow with pride



Saturn has chosen 

For the season



You’re the victim’s tool



Wrapped in the food-chained

Oh well this is life

You gambled a way out

Now move to the back of the line

You now the stories go

It turns black into white

Rolled up in the food-chained

Please give me a sign



Oh the count down

For the change….





This could happen to you 

just don’t eat my advice

Freeze-dried now you are empty

Wrapped up in the food-chain

Prepare for the journey.






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