Bread from Heaven      From the depths, mutants crawling   Sprawling from the caves   And from this land they call our fathers'   A chorus begs for bread      I heard it called a wilderness   This desert is man-made   And the creatures mill around, bemused   Asking who's to blame      If the powers that be   Truly believe in an eye for an eye   And if the punishment should fit the crime   Then the gallows await      Bread from Heaven   Powerless, we are powerless      The ants must climb this towering locust   Bringing it to its knees   And we should crush this swollen insect   And regain our dignity      Yes, yes, flesh is carved with wraps and chain   And on his flesh the calves of waste