| There’s a place that’s neatly tucked away, beyond the other side
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| A place of which you’d never dream, there’d be a need to hide
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| For the building is surrounded by pastures pure and green
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| But the image hides reality and the distance kills the scream
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| That comes from inside is never exposed to the air
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| For the place is packed with scientists who show how much they care
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| While the guard stands bravely at the gate with guard dog by his side
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| The same breed of animal is butchered inside
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| Well, what a fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time
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| A fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time
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| A fucking waste of money, it’s a fucking waste of time
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| What a waste of human knowledge, what a fucking way to die
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| There ain’t no fucking truth in the inspector’s files
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| As he walks down the death corridors, he covers his sighs with smiles
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| He sees the pain and agony but remembering his position
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| He’s got his place, just another face but he’s just not paid to question
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| He thinks it’s rather funny because he’s earning lots of money
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| When his eyes are forced aside as out slides another trolley
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| Another tray of corpses, unlabeled and unmentioned
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| But it’s no good asking why, why because they never fucking listen
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| So, liberate
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| Animal testing to detect thalidomide
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| Torturing and killing while there’s loads more things to try
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| The suffering and the pain, the excruciating pain
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| It all goes over and over gain
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| This fucking witchcraft won’t solve anything
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| For it’s the same experiment over and over again
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| Over and over again, again |