| There are corners of this world that should not be explored
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| There are needles hidden in the candy
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| It all starts with a life
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| Transformed by a knife
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| Into food not fit for dogs
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| Ignorance is death
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| And in this life you’ve been victimized
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| Your american mind
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| Materialized
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| We get what we want when we want it
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| Consumer’s head becomes trash receptable
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| Cycle of human spawned hell defecating back into its face
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| You’re as unclean as the meat in your bowels
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| Picked up off the floor and brushed off to find a home
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| In your intestinal tract
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| All your life you never knew what went into the meat
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| As good as any roadkill you’ll find in the street
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| They made that shit from discarded bits of snouts and lips
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| Rat feces swept from the rafters now food in the hereafter
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| Ah your ignorance astounds me
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| No rhyme. |
| No reason. |
| No boundary to how insane we have become
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| The juice off the floor becomes an additive
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| A waste bin of gore thown in for shits and giggles
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| Helpless heap at the mercy of some freak
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| Some fuck in charge of decontaminating the meat
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| Who wipes his ass without washing his hands, you must
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| Understand that everyday you ingest some sort of disease
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| You did not kill it
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| You did not clean it
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| You’d probably fuck it if you couldn’t eat it
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| Sick, depraved everyday human
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| Stupid consumer with faith in humanity
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| Led without a fight straight to the grave
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| Birth. |
| Agony. |
| Death
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| Defiled. |
| Processed. |
| Packaged
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| Scanned. |
| Purchased. |
| Prepared
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| Eaten. |
| Digested. |
| Feces |