Used as an object, harmony lies broken. Identified as a possession, a prisioner is taken. Men with death in their hands, indifferent to the pain their causing. Take animals from their natural surroundings, Along with my hope for their freedom. Money's paid to look at their degradation, The reason why noone will stop the persecution. What do we want? Animal liberation When do we want it? Now Chaimed to enjoy acting, claimed to be taken care of. Fooled by these lies, people support these movable prisons. Enjoy ain't the same as being forced to, Take care doesn't mean put in a cage.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
