Why do you, Need to alter the seed, destroy all the crops and infect all you feed? And you seem to dust the sky, pollute all the water And leave us to die.
You tell me that I will be just fine. But I can't breathe and I've lost my mind. And something tells me this isn't right. I see the darkness. I've lost my sight!
Feel it crawl, lost inside. As life and death, now collide.
Why do you… Need to bare the youth, contain their ability to bare their fruit? And you feed us pills for the pain. A docile subject is the perfect slave