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
