Sanoja: USER. Food-chained.

Where do I go?
Freeze-dried in the moonshine
Neptune prepares to fly
Wrapped up in the food-chained
Absorbed into her beams of light

Unchained you?re the victims tool

Pushed out and homeless
Neptune slipped off his turtle last night
And waking up is the hardest jewel
U can swallow with pride

Saturn has chosen
For the season

You?re the victim?s tool

Wrapped in the food-chained
Oh well this is life

You gambled a way out
Now move to the back of the line
You now the stories go
It turns black into white
Rolled up in the food-chained
Please give me a sign

Oh the count down
For the change?.


This could happen to you
just don?t eat my advice
Freeze-dried now you are empty
Wrapped up in the food-chain
Prepare for the journey.