They're calling it quits
The hand that feeds fractured at the wrist
And all mankind is on the tit
Of the last woman left at the market
She's been tossed and she's been aged
So they're giving her away
To the bidder with the highest pay
They traveled to paradise for the trade
They're closing their eyes
Blindly adding to the pile
And all mankind is of the tribe
That's turned inward and eating their children
They don't know it
They're surprised
When we put their feet to the fire
Just to fry
And we tell them not to ask why
What a way of chasing the high
If I'm really thriving
I should run on home
For if I'm really fighting
I'm doing it all wrong
And we forage through the forest
For a hint of what we know
But never live in wilderness
And never watch it grow
They've crawled up and died
Warehouse out of the supply
And ol' mankind's so far behind
With the scientists locked up in prison
They can't see it
They've gone blind
Thinking that they're still alive
And they'll thrive
If only for the reprise
What a way to see the surprise
If I'm really thriving
I should run on home
For if I'm really fighting
I'm doing it all wrong
And we forage through the forest
For a hint of what we know
But never live in wilderness
And never watch it grow