It's holy water blessed by sun which brings our seeds to life It's our cold artillery which guards them in the night Our daily rituals brings forth the initial sprouts of green Crystals burn and explode the sky, painting cosmic scenes Red eyes Passed around for generations, fostered by the youth Calming herbs they scent the air, connecting us with truth Joining those who gather to enjoy their sacred rite Separating us from angst, brought on by daily plight Red eyes How long until we learn To let our Mother burn Demonized and vilified by those who trade in fear The healing strains were once oppressed by contra-profiteers They dig up roots and scorch the stalks while pocketing the prize Those hypocrites soon trampled by our army of red eyes Red eyes