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 privilege 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 human greed this machine that turns 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 privilege of taste like a panel of judges you're deciding their fate this is about freedom, this is about compa**ion, abolish exploitation – animal liberation! The time has come - to break this culture of d**h