Human Eyeballs On Toast - Peter Broderick

Chemicals that make us tall

Too fast, too fast

All my friends look the same

All of us feel the same pain

Always pain

All official sunlight here

Perfectly calibrated here

And it feels wrong

So every time I see a man

I dream about his face in a frying pan

Human eyeballs on toast

But when they sear off my beak

I realize just how weak

We are, we are

And if I had a bigger brain

I’d surely find a way to take my own life

I’d end it all right here

Before my meat is how they want it

Mmhmm

But that might be the only part of my body

That you haven’t tried to change

My alter life is the worst miracle

My peanut can’t imagine