Not for human consumption
This vile fluid production
Yet we need it just to function
Release! The juice! It flows! Profuse!
Just one taste will make you a believer
Beau ful form, delicate features
Not for human scum, what have we become?
Once she pulls you in, you can never leave her
Release! The juice! It flows! Profuse!
Not fit for human masses
Yet an eager horde advances
But not one soul will make it past us
Release! The flood! Release! Their blood!
Gates rise when I motion with my hand
They die as a consequence of my command
The toll will be great, the lives we negate
A message to those coveting our hallowed land
We feel it in our bones, we never will be free again
She constricts us in her arms, we submit till the end
She flows through our veins
A tenuous existence permeates
Yet she keeps us here, right in our place
Right in our place!