Under the seed are horns
Water the plant of death
Let it thrive and shape
Humanity
(Chorus)
I despise its stalk
But its flower feeds my soul, feeds my soul, feeds my soul
Left in isolation
It grows on stone (woooh)
Needs no air
Needs no water
I despise its existence
But its flower feeds my soul, feeds my soul, feeds my soul
(Bridge)
It feeds my soul
(Oooh into end)
Water the plant of death
Let it thrive and shape
Humanity
(Chorus)
I despise its stalk
But its flower feeds my soul, feeds my soul, feeds my soul
Left in isolation
It grows on stone (woooh)
Needs no air
Needs no water
I despise its existence
But its flower feeds my soul, feeds my soul, feeds my soul
(Bridge)
It feeds my soul
(Oooh into end)