The Food Song. Recipes are just combinations. And what are these just mere salutations. When they plead for our salvation. Are these just the lies that feed our nations. As enemies we never learn. A shaking hand is never firm. But as the path clears we turn away from it all. All these jealousies we have earned. Oh so shamelessly they still return. All the outlandish lessons we have burned. Yes and we're imprisoned by the whole thing. Who gets something really good to eat. Why do we want the world to fall at our feet. Like a child throws its food to the floor. Like an apple that is rotten to the core. As all the memories they kick in. The gravy it is thickening. The combination is sickening. But we still press on. And as all the memories they kick. While the gravy it is thickening. And the combination is sickening. But we still press on. How to know what's in your head. How to know if your just playing dead. But it's all gonna be that way when you say you're alone and imprisoned by your yesterdays. Oh you know what you really want. But yet you've turned yourself into what you don't really wanna be. Jere we are and we know don't have to be that way. yes u know it.