production lyrics – i mother earth

this man
may have a sh*tload
to prove
he’s got to settle a score
against the groove
infinite *rg*sm
like endless joy and pain
thunder to my ears
like a holy rain

an aural wall of waking
awash in purple paint
and a digging
of the flowers in your yard
electric rays of healing
intensify the feeling of hatred
towards the things you say
i ain’t

fear a man-child
his soul and s*m*n
pathetic thoughts he thinks
heard you caused a landslide
walking home
soon slide the man-child
under your coat

product of your generation
product of your masturbation
product of a master plan
product of a holy man
product of infanticide
product of decaying minds
product of m*ss corruption

the product
and its production

/ i mother earth lyrics