| The factoryis churning out all processed packed and neat
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| An obscure butchered substance and the label reads MEAT
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| Hidden Behind False Nomes Such as Pork, Ham, Veal, and Beef
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| An eyes an eye, a lifes a life, The now Forgotten belief
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| And everyday production lines are feeding out this farce
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| To end up on a table then shot out of an arce
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| Yet still they’er queuing and still they’er viewing
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| Sawing out limbs just right for stewing
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| Carcasses piled up in a heap
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| Sort juicy chunks from freezers deep
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| Well can’t you see that juice is blood
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| From new born throuts red rivers flood
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| Blood form young hearts, blood from the veins
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| Your blood there blood serves the same
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| Now your at the table, sitting, grinning
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| Sitting there eating you never relise the filling
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| Its served upon a sterile plate you don’t think of killing
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| The furthest your brain takes you, is it for frying or for grilling?
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| You moan about the seal cull, about the whale slaugheter
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| But does it really matter wheather it lives on land or water?
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| You’ve never had a fur coat, you think is crule to the mink
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| Well How about the cow, pig or sheep don’t they make you think?
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| Since the day that you were born you’ve never been told the missing link
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| Yet still there queuing and still there viewing
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| Sawing out limbs just right for stewing
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| Carcass piled up in a heep
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| Sort juicy chunks from freezers deep
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| Well can’t you see the juice is blood
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| From new throats red rivers flood
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| YOUR BLOOD, THERE BLOOD, serves the same. |