I am your Lunchabels
I am your dinner meat
You’re eyes are wrapped in plastic by the man so that you can’t see
I am yours
I am yours
I am your happy meal
I am your wedding feast
You toast to a new day
While you’re standing over me
I am yours
I am yours
I wonder 
How long it will take
How many lives we’ll have to lose
Before you see it’s a mistake
I wasn’t meant to live in cages
Or to hand as you drain me upside down
End I never thought I would have to say this
But what   goes [bad word] around 
So I may not speak your language 
But a cure as [bad word] tried to tell you to stop
So don’t pretend you didn’t hear me
When we were walking to the chopping block
Cause I was fighting for my freedom
Which the same thing you would do
If somebody [bad word] you captive 
We’re not so different 
Me&you
The only problem is 
You’re selfish 
And you’re hiding from the [bad word] 
Because it’s easier to turn tour head
Than it is to change what you do
But 
Tomorrow is a new day (х9)