Breas from Heaven

Bread from Heaven From the depths, mutants crawling Sprawling from the caves And from this land they call our fathers' 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 its 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