This is a song about "Land forms"

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

I repeat what forms the metabolism

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Fighting with my weak hand

The downfall of our free land

Until i started to lose my way

To a land far far away

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

But when i do it actual pain and rain forms

Sky high, iced out paradise

Land of the burgers and fries,