You try, I try
But it ain't working, reality we can't deny
I don't want to I guess to me It feels like work
Though I want I can not impress

And enjoy your piece of pork without a fork

It's a flattened zone
With no mountains
Searching flying drones
Dried up feast with no fountains

Gravity's tightening
I can't escape, thoughts are frightening
I'm in lifelong gape lonely I feel
It's a void I can't fill

Nothing gets me aroused, meat pieces being browsed

It's a flattened zone
With no mountains
Searching flying drones
Dried up feast with no fountains

And enjoy your piece of pork without a fork