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