Hark back to days you were born, my little spark   For a while I lean down to ears to replace what I spat out      "Keep on rotting in the farm"   "Keep on rotting in the farm"      Hark back to days you were born, my little spark    For a while      And how would you know   I held a rope   To keep an eye fixed on yours   And how would you know   That rain and snow   Are only water but in different forms    Because I never told   You had to hold on to this       And just keep on rotting in the farm    Keep on rotting in the farm   In the farm   In the farm   In the farm   Singing      Be fucking scared 'cause they might    Trap you while you sleep   And wrap you in a carpet   Or stab you when you're shopping