| We are the new seeds, unmodified, nightmare for pesticides
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| We grow in deserts, we grow on rock, we advance through every land
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| We are the rebel weed that flourish stronger in the fields that you damned
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| We are angry trees whose roots and branches grow strong to put you to an end
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| Our fruits for free, a little sour, for sure the more nutritious
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| People rest happy in our shade, animals like to feed on us
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| We coexist in harmony with other native species
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| We restore the soil that you razed advancing through fenced fields
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| Absorbing your infertile germ
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| Transmuting your unholy potion
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| Washing down your toxic rain
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| Disguised profitable silent murderer
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| Our formula comes from the womb of the earth
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| We spit your venom back at you
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| Fuck to turning the cheek, that’s to control the weak
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| Your poison kills pests like you too
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| No venom can hurt us — there’s nothing you can do
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| We are natural seeds unmodified
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| Quick jump of evolution
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| The world retakes it’s old colour, food supply clean solution
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| Some modern illness disappears, as your pesticide fall ends |
| Our DNA chains can’t be altered, but we came to brake the chains |