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 human 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 privilege 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 death