"...
Wandering in the chaos the battle has left,
We climb up the mountain of human flesh,
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
A young figure sits still by a pool,
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool. (He is you)
Social Security took care of this lad.
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
A FLOWER?
..."

Lyrics: Genesis, Supper's Ready, Foxtrot, 1972, UK.
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