A chorus begs for bread
This desert is man-made
Truly believe in an eye for an eye
Yes, yes, flesh is carved with wraps and chain
Asking who's to blame
And the creatures mill around, bemused
If the powers that be
From the depths, mutants crawling
Then the gallows await
Bread from Heaven
And we should crush this swollen insect
Bringing it to its knees
Powerless, we are powerless
And from this land they call our fathers'
And regain our dignity
The ants must climb this towering locust
Sprawling from the caves
I heard it called a wilderness
And if the punishment should fit the crime