here is the paper, but where are the toughts
something knows it turns rotten, something appears to be
new
t's growing on me, i'm gonna get better
my stomach is getting tunneled straight to the roots
and if tomorrow will be just another day
i will always know - once i had 3 veggies a day
and it didn't change me at all

found those thought, now looking for actions
nothing too amazing, just a thing that shall work
a fight over crabon turns into a quest for survival
my liver is another battle field , out of control
tommorw's gotta be diffrent, but if not  
i shall always be sure- once i had 3 veggies a day
and it didn't filled me at all

finish me up, it's now written in letters
it's not about the food, it's in the way i digest
make those next moments peachful as can
and most importent remember me as an hunter.
and now when the white light is reaching
we are all sure - once i did hate 3 veggies a day
and it did me no good.

when the dirt will be poured over my face
and there will be no sign i ever ate
remind me i chose it by my own