Before your evening dawn, act as God and force way, This is the sun beneath the earth And underground he waits And he'll cut them when its time and hang them till they dry
Botany is all I need Botany is what he seeks And he waits for harvest cause no one can eat And he waits for harvest cause we're all starving
Main the botanist, we live off of botany Expand and fill our space, we count on you for so much more With unsuspecting feeding life, all and more it comes to an end
