7.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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