I'm no f*cking Buddhist
But this is enlightenment
Loves me some Bjork.
We made our oath to Vavilov
We'd not betray the Solanum
The acres of asteraceae
To our own pangs of starvation
When the war came
When the war came
And the war came with a curse and a caterwaul
And the war came with all the poise of a cannonball
And they're picking out our eyes by coal and candlelight
When the war came, the war came hard
With all the grain of Babylon
-The Decemberists, "When the War Came"