Testo Ricky Simmons

You can't take your eyes off of these
Bright lights
Synthetic consciousness
Clouding all we see and breathe
What have we become?

I'd like to think that we're in charge of what we eat
Don't you dance around like a dog to their tricks I'd like to think that we're in control of who or what we put out front

I can't believe my eyes
You're eating from the hands of a murderer
Eat it slowly
Don't wait for me to choke on the the poison in their arms

It affects how we think
How we love
How we die

It's making us hallow and you know it
Please come home don't leave us here to die