A Fool Sees Not the Same Tree That a Wise Man Sees

Cut the grain and harvest the oil
Feed the idle minds of majority
Bathe in the shit of the weakling
Drink from a manufactured beast

Fabricate your plastic god
Cower out of the shell
Sodden an organic revolution
Smother the burning bush

The genuine harvest is virtue
No life shall pass my lips
We are sprouts in dirt
Bear the spirit, and walk the line
Unraveled skin with somber symbols
Bodies and human mildew, the mark of man's devolution

Man is the cultivated animal
Humanity bleeds arrogance
Bleeds the waters of which we caused to melt
The leaf is burning, and turning
Reverence is lapsed
A human shape rotates and reverts

On a patterned surface
A space were everything flows as it should
Become the belle and sink
Tonight I will remove the head of a pig
A man will die but an animal will live