Into the soil, into the sky Into the soil from which we thrive Growing space, by war and lies Fill up the gaps of those who die We're all parasites Growing fields of new born Who will feed us while we die? Growing our survival Blunt for any reason why We're all parasites Like vulture feeding on a corpse Like growing flies on human waste Like rats on a banquet in the crap that's human taste
Eating out he womb while looking for the light Feeding on the ones, gone to waste Eating out he womb while looking for the light Grow your own and taste the taste Parasites Like vulture feeding on a corpse Like growing flies on human waste Like rats on a banquet in the crap that's human taste We're all parasites