While the blood drips off the blade the cries still resonate Estranged, cut into pieces - rediscovered on your plate You stop at nothing for the privileg of taste Like a panel of judges you're deciding their fate
Born in misery, abused - got nothing to lose Exploited for profit therefore you breed by humyn greed This machine that turnes lives to products is called tradition Your silent approval - what an imposition! Individuals - facing perversion by superior forces Social, sentient beings degraded to resources You stop at nothing for the privileg of taste Like a panel of judges you're deciding their fate
This is about freedom, this is about compassion, Abolish exploitation – animal liberation! The time has come - to break this culture of deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.