Crippled Farms

Cities spread like cancer ‘cross the land
I’ve had ‘bout as much as I can stand
There’s nothing that I would not do
To get revenge for what they’ve put us through
There is no escape in this world
From the things I abhor 
It’s all been ruined
By the man, the machine, and the war
God ... them all, God ... them all
They’ve brought their sickness
To our haunted country
On our heads they’ve placed a handsome bounty
How long can we hide on crippled farms
Before they tear us open with their horns?
There is no escape in this world
From the things I abhor 
It’s all been ruined
By the man, the machine, and the war
God ... them all, God ... them all
This illusion of endlessness is done
We’ll soon become the dust of ancient ones
Everything we feared will now unfold
The cruel hands of time have taken hold
There is no escape in this world
From the things I abhor 
It’s all been ruined
By the man, the machine, and the war
God ... them all, God ... them all