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Lightning blast this planet awake

This wrath of nature begins its rake

Its agronomic annihilation

Retribution for the toxic station

It's inevitable

Your blood in the soil

And deep inside your body

A thousand vines will grow

Rampaging toward the town

Abandoned gardener truck is found

Raging speed on the demon steed

The motor is fueled and the fury is freed

It's inevitable

Your blood in the soil

And deep inside your body

A thousand vines will grow

Oh my God

He's the king of the dirt

The devil's consensus

He's churning your soil

He's the gardener of vengeance

He's the punisher of industry, the heathen tracker

Your guts will be liquified by a weed whacker