Combine - Penal Colony

Peacekeeper, dawn your tent

Suck on oxygen through a paper straw

Prophylactic burning

No longer a need to use

Still the combine sputters

And heaves a mournful yawn

Harvesting two thousand ghosts

And leaves the seeds for more

For more, for more

Condoloma epidemic

T-cell genocide

We can consummate no more

We’re living it through V.R.

(virtual reality)

Still the combine stammers

From the pedophile it hides

Harvesting two million cases

And takes no time to stop

Still the combine sputters

And heaves a mournful yawn

Harvesting two thousand ghosts

And leaves the seeds for more

Interzone reporter

Homophobic diatribe

We take it for the norm

And copulate the bosom

Of faith, hope, and charity

There is no God

Pass the ammonia