Peter Broderick Human Eyeballs On Toast
Feathers and a cage too small
Chemicals that make us tall
Too fast, too fast
All my friends look the same
All of us feel the same pain
Always pain
All official sunlight here
Perfectly calibrated here
And it feels wrong
So every time I see a man
I dream about his face in a frying pan
Human eyeballs on toast
But when they sear off my beak
I realize just how weak
We are, we are
And if I had a bigger brain
I'd surely find a way to take my own life
I'd end it all right here
Before my meat is how they want it
Mmhmm
But that might be the only part of my body
That you haven't tried to change
My alter life is the worst miracle
My peanut can't imagine
