Static on the pavement, four hours in the rain,
Trading all your sanity for sugar-coated grain,
Carbon on the crust, yeah the logo is the bait,
Starving for the image while you’re staring at the plate.
Burn the brand, eat the ghost,
Four hour line for a piece of toast.
Golden brown...
hollow soul...
system failure...
out of control...
Crunch.
Society peaked on a sourdough slice.
Pay the price.
