Choke

When all there is is in the ground
They'll take their spoons and shove them down
in the throats of all the ones who paid the price
of all the unmistaken vices
That we cannot live without

When everyone is indisposed
And all the around their houses grow and grow
And all their woods don't mean a thing to anyone
who understands the consequences of living
like we do

Wasting everything
Eating everything
Trashing all the ones that make it possible.