Dead Things

[Verse 1]
Casual conversation
Over how we should prepare the pig
Or consumption
Begs the question
If we should relish the remnants
Of their intestines
As a side dish

I call it quits, come to your senses
And think about what the fuck you put in your mouth

[Verse 2]
There's an advertisement on the television
Subliminally altering self consciously effecting
The thoughts you think in the place where you feel safe

[Verse 3]
Oh, another one dead is another one fed
But if you can make bread with three ingredients
I don't think, despite its convenience, what you're doing's worth it
And I doubt that those dead things in your kitchen
Was consented to being eaten

Oh, the human goes "yum"
While the cow goes "ow"