Oh where for art thou

Oh, just let me be a dying cow,

shriveling in the sun,

A ruminant not to be remembered, 

But only the number 2341.

Let the heat cook my meat,

as I feel the shooting intense pain,

oh let me feel the euphoria,

and those who remain my bane.

Oh, just let me die here,

in this field of green,

Let my blood flow into the earth.

Let it stain the soil,

Let it depress mother nature,

as I boil.

Ian