Out On The Farm Lyrics - The Nerve Agents

1-2-4-3 you've got your hand in torture 

5-6-7-8 how does it make you feel? 

The mind slips, slips, slip, slipping 

Into the darkness, it is lifeless 

The air is thin here and grim here 

Drugged up, caged up, piled up on inhumane 

Insane, so insane 

Out on the farm, no happy songs 

No happy songs, just torture 

Devoid of feeling 

Who, you or them?