There's a place that's neatly tucked away, beyond the other side A place of which you'd never dream there'd be a need to hide For the building is surrounded by pastures pure and green But the image hides reality, and the distance kills the scream That comes from inside is never exposed to the air For the place is packed with scientists who show how much they care While the guard stands bravely at the gate with guard dog by his side The same breed of animal is butchered inside
Well, what a fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time A fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time A fucking waste of money, it's a fucking waste of time What a waste of human knowledge, what a fucking way to die
There ain't no fucking truth in the inspector's files As he walks down the death corridors, he covers his sighs with smiles He sees the pain and agony, but remembering his position He's got his place, just another face, but he's just not paid to question
He thinks it's rather funny because he's earning lots of money When his eyes are forced aside as out slides another trolley Another tray of corpses, unlabelled and unmentioned But it's no good asking "why, why?", because they never fucking listen
So, liberate...
Animal testing to detect thalidomide Torturing and killing while there's loads more things to try The suffering and the pain, the excruciating pain It all goes over and over gain This fucking witchcraft won't solve anything For it's the same experiment over and over again, over and over again... AgainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
