Roundup Ready - Geoda

We are the new seeds, unmodified, nightmare for pesticides

We grow in deserts, we grow on rock, we advance through every land

We are the rebel weed that flourish stronger in the fields that you damned

We are angry trees whose roots and branches grow strong to put you to an end

Our fruits for free, a little sour, for sure the more nutritious

People rest happy in our shade, animals like to feed on us

We coexist in harmony with other native species

We restore the soil that you razed advancing through fenced fields

Absorbing your infertile germ

Transmuting your unholy potion

Washing down your toxic rain

Disguised profitable silent murderer

Our formula comes from the womb of the earth

We spit your venom back at you

Fuck to turning the cheek, that’s to control the weak

Your poison kills pests like you too

No venom can hurt us — there’s nothing you can do

We are natural seeds unmodified

Quick jump of evolution

The world retakes it’s old colour, food supply clean solution

Some modern illness disappears, as your pesticide fall ends

Our DNA chains can’t be altered, but we came to brake the chains