electric hum, i hear a fan
a beep resounds. grabbed by the man

i’m prodded, poked, my rights denied
to feel the temperature inside

but oh-oh
i’m not ready yet to eat
woah-oh-oh
a few more seconds in the heat

welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
welcome to the microwave
it’s too late now to be saved

i thought my ride would never end
but, oh no, here we go again

the door is closed, the lights turn on
my tortured spin resumes anon

the heat emerges from within
my inner moisture cooks the skin

endless meals have met their fate
while endless fools increase their weight.

oh-oh
look at all my saturated fats
woah-oh-oh
you will have a heart attack