This gardens growing hunger like your growing flytrap smile.
This coming harvest season finds it stretching on for miles.
We'd do or kill most anyone to be.
Its do or die, its up to you and me... G.O.D.
G.O.D.

Demagnetize this opposite,
Bi-polar frequency
The anger grows in fields as far as naked eyes can see
Blood drops from the sky like acid rain
From tongue to nervous systematic shame
We'd do or kill most anyone to be
Its do or die, its up to you and me, G.O.D.

G.O.D.

The blood drops from the sky like acid rain
From tongue to nervous systematic shame
We'd do or kill most anyone to be
Its do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D.
G.O.D.