Something must be wrong; a smile with lipstick is on underneath my masquerade,

I’ve been happy for too long, art is as it is, it means so much to my prototype,

The people shove their hands inside me pulling out the essentials,

Grinding them in a sausage maker, then I’ll be a cheap little hot dog,

People chew me quickly, they don’t even care, and then it all turns to shit,

Welcome to the body, were the germs that impose on you, raze your head,

And let me get inside,

After the Winter I fulfill my renaissance, once again is vigilant,

Imagine, a world where gardens grew instead of cities, fruits were babies not food,

In this land I’d reign as queen, rather than queen in the rain,

In this land I’d be the Earth, I’d eat the last of the people, I’d eat them like a hot dog,

Suck it down with tears of joy, as the world may commend my intervention,

I am the goddess, I have become the Earth, and I’ve become the Predator.

(this is the) Symptom of the prevailing Image