And the angel of the lord came unto me
Snatching me up from my
Place of slumber
And took me on high
And higher still until we
Moved in the spaces betwixt the air itself
And he bore me unto a
Vast farmland of our own midwest
And as we descended cries of
Impending doom rose from the soil
One thousand, nay, a million
Voices full of fear
And terror possessed me then
And I begged

Angel of the lord, what are these tortured screams?
And the angel said unto me
These are the cries of the carrots
The cries of the carrots
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
And to them it is the holocaust
And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat
Like the tears of one millions terrified brothers
And roared
Hear me now
I have seen the light
They have a consciousness
They have a life
They have a soul
Damn you
Let the rabbits wear glasses
Save our brothers, can I get an amen?
Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you, Jesus

This is necessary
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on

It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch
You looked up at your sky
That made blue be your color
You had your knife with you there too
When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes
Your hands were sticky
You wiped them on your grass
So now your color was green
Oh lord, why did everything always have
To keep changing like this?
You were already getting nervous again
Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up
Your head was almost empty
It always hurt you when you woke up like this
You crawled up out of your ditch unto your gravel road
And you began to walk
And waited for the rest of your mind to come back to you
You could see the car parked far down the road
And you walked toward it
If God is our father, you though
Then Satan must be our cousin
Why didn't anyone else understand these important things?
When you got to your car
You tried all the doors
But they were locked
It was a red car and it was new
There was an expensive leather camera case lying on the seat
Out across your field
You could see two tiny people walking by your woods
You began to walk towards them
Now red was your color and of course
Those little people out there were yours too