Munch, crunch, munch,
Do humans really need lunch?
Or the breakfast and the dinner
That makes them munch, crunch, munch?

Smack, pop, smack,
There's really no need for all that
With their mouths open as they snack
Smack, pop, smack.

Yell, shout, yell
My ears are a portrait of hell
My own brain is my jail cell, and I
Yell, shout, yell

Cry, scream, cry
Repeat this mantra till I die:
They don't get it, don't know why, but I
Cry, scream, cry