No dusty roads No wild beast No jeep no skill Non wild hunting Pseudo safari Locked in cages Specimens, races Species faces Helpless fangless virtually defenseless Spastic yet systematic the slaughter for profit
Pull the lever The trophy is blood and bone Reassurance in slaughter We are still number one
We are kings We own you We own the land and every brand We own the air that you breath and we're taking it back
The fur The scales The hide The feathers All the frightened eyes that lurked behind those cages Begging for a motive for their murder
Trapped in a corner the fences separate sport from the wild hunted down by 20 men at a time Blasted by buckshot hundreds of shots No trophy left shredded to death at the firing line Trapped in a corner the fences separate sport from the wild hunted down by 20 men at a time Blasted by buckshot hundreds of shots No trophy left shredded to death at the firing line
Man is just a killer destructive in nature idiots Born to use up resources breathe and ruin everything Man is just a ruthless killer Born to use up resources Breathe and ruin everything
Such a joke it makes me choke the fine line between morality and death as the shade cloaks Hunters hiding in plain sight
Endangered species sprayed with the fragments lead punctures their flesh
Organs torn and muscles frayed Bones are snapped and blood does spray
Your kind is gone all that is left is the weight of the bounty on your head that will crush your bones As your shoulders are pushed together and your cranium implodes What will you do how will you defend yourself From these juggernauts
No dusty roads No wild beast No jeep no skill Non wild hunting Pseudo safari Locked in cages Specimens, races Species faces Helpless fangless virtually defenseless Spastic yet systematic the slaughter for profit
Trapped in a corner the fences separate sport from the wild hunted down by 20 men at a time Blasted by buckshot hundreds of shots No trophy left shredded to death at the firing line Trapped in a corner the fences separate sport from the wild hunted down by 20 men at a time Blasted by buckshot hundreds of shots No trophy left shredded to death at the firing line
Hung from ropes Hooked and soaked Bled and dying clinging to hope
Pray for your god he isn't there no Hand from above saving you from this despair Your life was wasted living in greed War for money murder for sport Why are you so surprised your life has been cut shortTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
