Barely alive we peck away
conditioned as we are
Clipping our own wings every day
nothing remains but sores
Hands holding less with holes that may
echo this hand that feeds
Never to think it's time to bite
is never to be freed!
We're barred at all the sides and keep on running
While steel of treadmills cut our feet
through perseverance overcome this
Frail minds breed false believes!
Lost in this maze forever more
killed off by every bend
Bereft of sight we still explore
beginning turning end
Hands holding less with holes that may
echo this hand that feeds
Never to think it's time to bite
is never to be freed!
We're barred at all the sides and keep on running
While steel of treadmills cut our feet
through perseverance overcome this
Frail minds breed false believes!
There's nothing left in here
we're lost inside a Skinner box
One thing remaining clear
our true desires are lost (2X)
Still we feed on what's offered in vain
Longing just for what is programmed in our brain
Our raison d'être never ours to be seen
what we must feed upon must be soylent green
Biting of more than we can chew
to fill the void we made
And what we need we all eschew
until the hunger fades
Still we feed on soylent green
There's nothing left in here
we're lost inside our Skinner box
One thing remaining clear
our true desires are lost (3X)
There's nothing left in here
we're lost inside a Skinner box
One thing remaining clear...

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