look at how pristine you've grown   cattle bound but could have flown and you   piss and moan and fuss and throw away   everything you want to be someday   I know you're crawling there screaming come back to me   I know the soylent people want to follow your flaws   find a way one day I will see you there   crawl away let go come back to me   look at how the wheel has turned   bottle fed but soon to learn that you'll   stick and blend and be accepted   neutered like you knew you could be   routines all fall apart and it's come back to me   I know the soylent people always cling to their clones