Hello, Marty, my old friend.
We're eating here where they serve man.
Because this stuff that we're digestin'
is investigated by Heston.
And the vision that it's planted in our brain
brings us pain
within the sound of soylence.

In restless world, too many folks.
On us, they played this cruel joke.
'Neath the halo of a heat lamp
cooked up in this film, it's very camp
and some eyes were stabbed by the flash of that laser light
that split them tight
and touched the sound of soylence.

And in that laser light I saw
ten thousand people, maybe more.
People yesterday who were starving.
Now they're people that we are carving.
And we're singing songs of why we should be scared
but no one dared
disturb the sound of soylence.

"Fools!" said Heston, he would know.
His ham reputation grows.
"Hear my words that I might teach you!
Here's a truth and it must reach you!"
But his words like soylent raindrops fell

and echoed in the wells of soylence.

And the people bowed and prayed
in this world that Dubya might have made.
And Heston fleshed out his warning
to the world that might be borning
and Heston said,
"Soylent Green is made of people!"
Listen to this hero's calls!
But still it falls
in whispers
in the sound

of soylence...