God's tears cry upon me; cleans my soul with acid rain
Holes puncture the Heavens, city smog chokes the sky
Oh, woe are we who clearly see what the microwave babies did to me.
In the name of the almighty dollar you destroy your beautiful mother
For the sake of the sticky green master you pollute generations of your children
Leave us no hope modern man
When you die we are left with the cancers you created.
Tear of my heart, probe my body with sharp silver objects
I don't give a crap what is done to me
I can take more of this
It's the earth and her children that I will miss.
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