I Mother Earth - ProductionLyrics

This man May have a shitload to prove He's got to settle a score Against the groove Infinite orgasm Like endless joy and pain Thunder to my ears Like a holy rain An aural wall of waking Awash in purple paint And a digging Of the flowers in your yard Electric rays of healing Intensify the feelingof hatred Towards the things you say I ain't Fear a man-child Has soul and semen Pathetic thought he thinks Forever Heard you caused a landslide Walking home Saw you slide the man-child Under your coat Product of your generation Product of your masturbation Product of a master plan Product of a holy man Product of infanticide Product of decaying minds Product of mass corruption The product And its production