The Nerve Agents - Out On The Farm lyrics

rate me

1-2-4-3 you've got your hand in torture

5-6-7-8 how does it make you feel?

The mind slips, slips, slip, slipping

Into the darkness, it is lifeless

The air is thin here and grim here

Drugged up, caged up, piled up on inhumane

Insane, so insane

Out on the farm, no happy songs

No happy songs, just torture

Devoid of feeling

Who, you or them?