| Song | The Gardeners Of Eden |
| Artist | Cattle Decapitation |
| Album | The Harvest Floor |
| Falling from grace forever damning the human race | |
| A parable amongst mortals, for we were damned from the start | |
| Mass creators of population, yet destroyers of civilization | |
| With piss and bile coursing through veins that flood an ashen heart. | |
| God damned this world, that is if “ | |
| God” exists | |
| God hates this world, left his “ | |
| Son” tied to a stick? | |
| God as sadist, this is the portrait you paint | |
| God is within and we ruin everything… | |
| We ruin everything. | |
| Slow death (in the garden) unnatural selection | |
| Sodomy (unwillingly) of everything | |
| Our debts will never be paid, our mark left unerased | |
| The sands of time now a suffocating desert | |
| Devoid of color, grey matter produces greyer skies | |
| The will to power, a suicide | |
| Leave no trace, | |
| Eliminate the human race. | |
| Killers.Murderers. | |
| Civilians… | |
| The gardeners of eden. | |
| Wrecker.Ruiners. | |
| Terrorists… | |
| Addicted to death. | |
| God damned this world, that is if “ | |
| God” exists | |
| God hates this world, left his “ | |
| Son” tied to a stick? | |
| God as sadist, this is the portrait you paint | |
| God is within and we ruin everything… | |
| Leave no trace, | |
| Eliminate the human race. |
| Falling from grace forever damning the human race | |
| A parable amongst mortals, for we were damned from the start | |
| Mass creators of population, yet destroyers of civilization | |
| With piss and bile coursing through veins that flood an ashen heart. | |
| God damned this world, that is if " | |
| God" exists | |
| God hates this world, left his " | |
| Son" tied to a stick? | |
| God as sadist, this is the portrait you paint | |
| God is within and we ruin everything | |
| We ruin everything. | |
| Slow death in the garden unnatural selection | |
| Sodomy unwillingly of everything | |
| Our debts will never be paid, our mark left unerased | |
| The sands of time now a suffocating desert | |
| Devoid of color, grey matter produces greyer skies | |
| The will to power, a suicide | |
| Leave no trace, | |
| Eliminate the human race. | |
| Killers. Murderers. | |
| Civilians | |
| The gardeners of eden. | |
| Wrecker. Ruiners. | |
| Terrorists | |
| Addicted to death. | |
| God damned this world, that is if " | |
| God" exists | |
| God hates this world, left his " | |
| Son" tied to a stick? | |
| God as sadist, this is the portrait you paint | |
| God is within and we ruin everything | |
| Leave no trace, | |
| Eliminate the human race. |