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