FAKE

Being poked at in a Petri dish
Mitosis begins and doesn’t end
The scientist says this is it,
This is the one...
Sucked up into a syringe
Liquid splashes trying to find an opening
And is squeezed into a bright
Red tomato...
The factory machines are programmed
And the government smiles
As all the bright red tomatoes are packed
And shipped...
The flyer reads ORGANIC
And the price reads REDICULOUS
But the consumer thinks, NO PESTICIDES!
And the tomato sits on the shelf and yells, IT’S ALL A LIE!
Man has to create, be in control
Because if they weren’t who would lead this pathetic world?
Who would feed us bird feathers and grinded bones?
That hamburger you ate,
How sure are you that it’s 100% BEEF?
The truth is,
You will never know...
Until you come down with a fever
Get weaker and weaker
You cough and sneeze
Double over on your knees
And throw up you insides...
And before you know it...
You’re being poked at
On an operation table
They want to understand why you died so young
And the doctors see the bug in your stomach
But they tell everyone
You just had a heart attack; it was natural all the way...
Because everyone plays
Everyone is fake,
Because you are what you eat
From your occupation
To the bones in your feet!