I, Apparatus - Botany (Ebola and the Botanist)

On the surface

There is nothing wrong with success

But I have found

It only makes a mess of man.

It makes them greenback loving whores

The greatest thing that I deplore

You are mankind's one last sickness

The greatest plague that I know

Bring back, the iron coin,

End this corporate greed,

You are your own ethanol.

This tree needs a tyrant, this tree needs a tyrant to go.

And If we truly reap what we sow

Then mankind can never really grow.

Take these words, to your grave,

Humanity is what I live for.