The Sandwich

I walked through the door with the prize in my hand
The "Off-Menu" order from a dangerous land
The meat is still hot, it is searing and red
The fuel that I needed to rise from the dead
I look at the table, I look at the wife
The "Solvent" foundation of this Franchise life
I used to see poison, I used to see dust
But now I see structure, and now I see trust
I don't have to burn down the bakery walls
To answer the wild, primal hunger that calls

It’s the Sandwich, the synthesis, the holy stack!
I’m bridging the gap and I’m not looking back
I need the Red Meat (Hey!) to power the soul
But I need the Fresh Bread to keep it all whole!
You can't hold the fire in a bare, human hand
You need a foundation to make the man stand
The Meat is the chaos, the Bread is the grid
I’m finally doing what I never did
I’m putting the wild inside of the tame
And eating them both in a new kind of name

Meat on its own is a messy affair
Blood on the fingers and grease in the hair
It burns fast and hot, but it leaves you exposed
A sprint to the finish that suddenly closed
And Bread on its own is a slow, hollow death
A loaf full of air that steals away breath
But layer the cheese and the salt and the spice
Suddenly survival turns into a slice
It’s a one-handed package, a portable fuel
Breaking the famine and breaking the rule

It’s the Sandwich, the synthesis, the holy stack!
I’m bridging the gap and I’m not looking back
I need the Red Meat (Hey!) to power the soul
But I need the Fresh Bread to keep it all whole!
You can't hold the fire in a bare, human hand
You need a foundation to make the man stand
The Meat is the chaos, the Bread is the grid
I’m finally doing what I never did
I’m putting the wild inside of the tame
And eating them both in a new kind of name

The Maître D' is taking a seat!
The Franchise is serving the Meat!
The Nausea fades in the light!
The Appetite fights the good fight!
I’m solvent!
I’m hungry!
I’m dangerous!
I’m free!
The perfect machine that I wanted to be!
I’m bringing the outside in!
Let the banquet begin!

It’s the Sandwich, the synthesis, the holy stack!
I’m bridging the gap and I’m not looking back
I need the Red Meat (Hey!) to power the soul
But I need the Fresh Bread to keep it all whole!
Put them together, the Savory and Sweet
The stability of grain and the power of meat
I don't want a fraction, I don't want a part
I need the whole menu to fill up this heart!

Two hands to hold it
One mouth to eat
The love of the grain
The blood of the meat
I take the bite (It’s the Sandwich, the synthesis, the holy stack!)
At last, delight