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The lever is down, the wires glow red,
Silent prayers for the gluten un-fed.
The spring is a coil of ticking despair,
Suspended in time, in the morning air.
Will it be gold? Will it be ash?
Waiting for the moment, the click and the flash.
Oh, the tension is tighter than the wire in the wall,
Answer the hunger, hear the butter-man call!
Pop that toast! Pop that toast!
The crunchy savior, the holy ghost!
Break the silence, break the crust,
In the warmth and the crumbs we trust!
Pop that toast! Pop that toast!
Now we feast on what we love the most!
The spread is waiting, the knife is poised,
The world is quiet, except for the noise
Of the ticking timer, a metallic heart,
Tearing the morning world apart!
Three, two, one... give it to me!
Pop that toast! Pop that toast!
The crunchy savior, the holy ghost!
Break the silence, break the crust!
In the warmth and the crumbs we trust!
Pop that toast! Pop that toast!
Now we feast on what we love the most!
Ah... perfect.
Pass the butter.
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