Bread From Heaven

From the depths the mutants crawling,

Sprawling from the caves

And from this land they call our father's

A chorus begs for bread

I heard it called a wilderness,

This desert is man-made

And the creatures mill around, bemused,

Asking who's to blame

If the powers that be

Truly believe in an eye for an eye

And if the punishment should fit the crime

Then the gallows await

Bread from Heaven

Powerless, we are powerless

The ants must climb this towering locust

Bringing it to it's knees

And we should crush this swollen insect

And regain our dignity

Yes, yes - flesh is carved with wraps and chain

and on his flesh the calves of waste