In a fecund but foul world, fetid, ravenous, gluttony seen as advantage
Hunger for pleasure, as a starved child viewing a restaurant's offerings
Eager to development ways to consume, ways to celebrate indulgence
A world nearly bursting in numbers but hasn't a fear of over breeding
Ignorant of simple math, the sort where too many consume too much
Humans assume it will all take care of itself, trust me, earth does that
We watch violence, revel in drama, while celebrating blood splatters
The bloodsport allows us to live vicariously in the acts of our heroes
As the participants all die or retire, must find new aims of our leisure
We see how the favorites of the Empire take their seats at the coliseum
We shower them with applause, for they've stolen our heart and minds
And we long to be them for they are celebrated for beauty and power
Rather than live our own lives, we watch reality, indulge a hunger
We selfishly long to live with leisure, pleasures, and prowess
Resolving issues with charm, charisma or violence
Instead we watch or we stoke fires of desire
To find excitement or a false intimacy
And to imagine it is rewarding
