• The sky is blue, the grass is green
    but the rivers are crimson with blood
    you can try to escape but it's no good
    you can only pray that you drown in the mud
    Welcome to Eden's Epilogue
    There are cotton plants and bonzais
    but for some reason... the periwinkles are missing
    An ominous cloud shouts reason in thunder
    These hideous Adams and envious Eves
    kneel before their master with cuts on their knees
    and from these lacerations leaks the truth
    The truth is this: we are all serpents
    I promise, it's a great deal better than being a servant
    what a position to be in... what a blasphemer to believe in
    on this Island that Spawned the System
    This Island that caused the chaos and provoked the host
    Stay stoic or the guilt may solve the situation
    The iron trees offer swift sedation
    each fruit is another bullet in the Russian Roulette
    if you find the courage to make that bet
    than load the gun and dont be surprised when the bullets are spun
    you leave children hungery...naked in your wake
    why do your apologies sound so fake?
    On this Island that Spawned the System
    If the golden cylinder falls for an acolyte
    will you be prepared to stand and fight
    or will you hide while they devour this: your cowerdice
    your calluses transform into tumors
    I bet you wish there was a Yew tree here now...
    Too bad...You were neglectful and you'll pay the price
    and it will be much more than a basket of rice
    You have my word....But do I have your attention?
    little vixens twitter around your head, unclothed
    far too young for such endowments
    Instead of feeding us hormones, feed us divinity!
    The suspicious result of your ample vine
    While we burn the poplar, you set the ancient oaks ablaze
    you can grow the sunflowers but not the maize
    So you leave us, starving, in a daze
    On this Island that Spawned the System
    The cocoa bean's extinct but the poppies are flourishing
    the oleander is being crossbred with glory
    The ivy begins to crawl up your legs, into your body
    settling and bearing fruit in your reproductive organs
    Can you even complain?
    A lack of children is a gift to the next generation
    On this Island that Spawned the System
    Tragedy is routine on this Island, in the Garden
    in the sinkholes that serve as swimming pools
    filled with disaster
    the figures are porcelain but their faces are plaster
    Existance is bleak and morale is weak
    but it could all be tweaked and returned to it's peak
    if we would only seek our own antidote
    it is derived from the savior they all shunned
    lily pads obscure the life in the once clear depths
    though the pH is rising faster than the climax
    The unworldly catastasis is approaching with vigor
    we play the role of the army's n****r
    On this Island that Spawned the System
    The epimorphosis is painfully slow, so thanks for the barley
    and we give you an ironic epithet: Holy
    immposible cherry blossoms rain on our dreams
    they assure us that all in NOT as it seems
    rather, our sanctuary belongs to Dr. Franklin
    We are experimented on without consent
    The MAN rearranges our very genetics, our deoxyribose,
    our nucleic acid
    Our chromosomal code and our moral code
    all in the intrest of a social code
    a pretty girl flies high above and another swims below
    their fate, they will never know
    On this Island that Spawned the System