In “Feed the Nation (With What),” Civic Hush delivers a gut-punching critique of the wasteland’s food supply. This isn’t just a song about hunger; it’s a briefing on the “chemistry” being served to a population that has forgotten the taste of real food. Her voice carries the weight of a generation used as an “unwilling lab.”
The Chemistry of Compliance
Civic strips away the “bright plastic” marketing of the new world to reveal the “rot” underneath. She highlights the grim irony of a food supply where the “shelf life” is prioritized over human life. By pointing out the “poisons banned in France” and the “bioengineered” labels in tiny type, she exposes a system that values “empty noise” flavors over actual nutrition. The mention of “Yellow five” and “red forty three” in school lunch meat is a direct hit at the systemic negligence targeting the most vulnerable.
The Unwilling Lab
The chorus is a haunting, rhythmic interrogation. The repeated line “You still hungry / I forgot” captures the cold indifference of the powers that be. Civic describes a society that “bites and nods” out of necessity, while the architects of the system “grow fat and feed on us.” It’s a song about the slow-motion poisoning of a nation, where the “banquet halls” are full of lies and the truth is the only thing not on the menu.
FEED THE NATION (WITH WHAT)
by: Civic Hush
Feed the nation
With what
Heal the children
With rot
Shelf life longer
Our lives not
You still hungry
I forgot
The package shines the label lies
Bioengineered in tiny type
Colors bright like plastic toys
Flavors made for empty noise
Read the list if you still can
Stuffed with poisons banned in france
But here its fine its just for taste
A little cancer a little waste
Feed the nation
With what
Heal the children
With rot
Shelf life longer
Our lives not
You still hungry
I forgot
They say its cheaper say its safe
While real food rots on empty plates
This aint cuisine its chemistry
And we are the lab unwillingly
Bright little dyes in every snack
Colors you cant take back
Yellow five red forty three
Somehow still in school lunch meat
Feed the nation
With what
Heal the children
With rot
Shelf life longer
Our lives not
You still hungry
I forgot
We bite and nod we chew and trust
While they grow fat and feed on us
We raise our spoons we bow our heads
To banquet halls where truth lies dead