Cannibals

Patient on the line
I'll only ask for a moment of your time
Though the higher ups expect us to be cannibals
I'll try to stay polite
So please state your date of birth
Your home address, your race, the color of your eyes
You see, we've got to understand the way
You seem to know exactly what you'll like
So tell us all your names
The way you take your coffee
Dark or light?
And tell us all the things
You'd like the chance to see
Before you die
I've got a fiery sale just for you
I've got a deal that will spin your head around
You'll soar
I've got a bottle of pills that fill you
With all the love in the world
And only for the price of always wanting more
So give us all your pain
Fill us with your every waking thought
Take your autonomy
And feed it to the cannibals of want



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Downing, Signal-to-noise
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