Why the sadness, this long face?
You were treated the same in this place.
Honored with love, and given the boot.
Nothing is everything in a turkey shoot.

Life is but a bowl of warm ice cream,
Melted and stale, full of a cherry gleam.
The cherry is flavored, your own blood
To tempt and oppress those chewing cud.

But life, not as simple as should be,
Cuts the dull butter and falls away free.
Choosing a destiny for you, it turns opposite,
Prancing like Bambi as your throat is slits.

Cold and callous, life soon becomes.
Warm and loving, the saw blade hums.
Life loves you and kills you just the same but
Fantasia lives on, "Bastien, say my name!"