I took a walk out to the garden to see How my garden had developed since I planted the seeds My eye was unsurprised, oh, and I had grown at least two stories high There are no voices coming from every row My vegetation, vegetation had a mind of its own Soon they noticed me, threw me down, tied me up and whispered quietly We don't need love, water, or light For we were all born on a fire I struggled freeing up and kept my revenge Caught up to vegetables, ground them, potted them through a mullet Waited patiently, feel alone, like a stupid man, I fell asleep In the morning I woke up on the ground A helicopter's flashing lights and people crowding around And I realized, oh, and I had grown at least a ton to size As I stood up, heard someone cry He's been reborn on a fire Nothing can fill our appetite Now that we're all modified Modified Modified Modified Modified