Terminal Filet Disease Lyrics

We're the organic machine
A chain of processes
Survival mechanisms

Dependent on
The nutrients we choose to ingest
But we must be aware
The perils of overconsumption
There is a cost for negligence
A cumulative effect
Will brings these walls down

Our time is short but it's not too late
To take control of our destiny
We must choose to change
Or fall prey to the terminal filet disease

We fail to think about the consequence
An ever present need to consume
Brought upon by this age of abundance
But we must recognize - convenience has become our downfall

We are the architects
Unplanned design - A fragile mind
Reactionary construction
As it stands assured destruction

Impostor sustenance for cheap
Leaves our bodies unfulfilled and weak
Generated by the establishment
Masquerading as our nourishment

We're the organic machine
A chain of processes
Survival mechanisms

Dependent on
The nutrients that we choose to ingest
But we must be aware
The perils of overconsumption
There is a cost to negligence
A cumulative effect
Will brings these walls down

Our time is short but it's not too late
To take control of our destiny
We must choose to change
Or fall prey to the terminal filet disease

The responsibility lies in our hands
To give our bodies the strength
A shortcut here means surely death

We must destroy the cycle or risk it form a new
The research is abundantly clear
This is unsustainable

(Obesity increases the risk of high blood pressure and abnormal cholesterol levels, which are risk factors for heart disease and stroke. Obesity can affect the way the body uses insulin to control blood sugar levels. This raises the risk of insulin resistance and diabetes. Obesity in adulthood are associated with large decreases in life expectancy and increases in early mortality and similar to those seen with smoking. Obesity in adulthood is a powerful predictor of death at older ages. So what do we do?)

Break the vicious cycles that bind us
To a life of unsustainability
Life is all too fleeting
To waste it in a prison of our design

We can put this temple back together
We have the bricks and the mortar
We have our will – stronger than we know
A fire that burns when we glow