A crop duster flies over spraying the planet with spores
Infecting the earth’s youth before they are born
A crop duster flies over contaminating the seed
Ignorance shuts its eyes and swears that it sees

We will succumb. We are weak.
We will concede. We are weak.

An artist with no outlet creates murder and rape divine
What a beautiful portrait on decaying canvas
Could that be my masterpiece? Or will these words suffice…
I’d rather find salvation in destruction than in Christ

You cannot perceive this mind or interpret its tortured cries
Your closed world leaves you blind. It’s right between the eyes.

We will succumb. We are weak.
We will concede. We are weak.

You can’t perceive this mind. An inward protagonist dies.
Your knowledge is built on lies. The answer is in front of your eyes.
You cannot perceive this mind or interpret its tortured cries
Your closed world leaves you blind. It’s right between the eyes.

It’s all falling down
True art is at its end

A crop duster flies over every city and ocean
Floods and tides of pesticides fuelling mental erosion
A crop duster flies over surveying its lobotomized breed
Ignorance shuts its eyes and swears that it sees

Ignorance, it swears that it sees

You cannot perceive this mind or interpret its tortured cries
Your closed world leaves you blind. It’s right between the eyes.

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