This garden's growing hunger like your growing fly trap smile   This coming harvest season finds it's stretching on for miles   We do or kill most anyone to be   Its do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D.      G.O.D.      We magnetize this opposite by pull of 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 do or kill most anyone to be   Its do or die, it's 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 do or kill most anyone to be   Its do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D.      G.O.D.