You're making me ill, you're making me I'll

And now I hear you're coming in for the kill

The world will have to swallow a bitter pill

If frankensteins science imposed it's will

Dead rivers flow where no wild plants grow

Just herbice resistant GMO

A saturated land, a devious plan

A prototype emerges half cabbage half man

World seed stock tanted by some small percent

Test sites next to organic farms

No way back now, we gave no consent

Our choice was no matter the money was spent

This is insane, you think of wealth gained

Until only a desert of mono-culture remains

Science plays god, us under the knife

You dare talk to me about patents on life

OUR LIVES!