Lyrics Ashes / Dust - 108

Ashes / Dust

Ask you why must they die for your comfort compromise?
Ask you why must they die for your fancy flavored fillet prize?
Killed and bred, blood runs red, so you can gratify what’s already dead
Homeless cry, hungry die, while your flesh kitchens touch the sky
Ashes/Dust, your body belongs to the fire
Ask you why must they die for your comfort compromise?
Scream for bread, underfed, I won’t inherit your empty eyes
Compromise, compromise, my soul I will not compromise
A corporate sponsored genocide with a happy meal
Created to gloss over the hundreds of millions dead while around the world so
many mourn the loss of a life not yet lived and daily I am left staring at
their message neatly displayed on the side of trucks claiming «All life is
sacred.»
Yet do their actions show that all life is sacred?
Or just those that entail no sacrifice of their own, ignoring the callous and
unnecessary murder represented in their three perfect meals a day?
Ashes/Dust, your body belongs to the fire