| I’m starving fucking hungry
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| So why won’t they feed me?
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| The one thing that I crave
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| That is that those who succeed me
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| Will never have to lie in this cesspit and die
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| To cure this insanity — to snap all the knives
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| I’m weak — slipping slowly
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| Will I see heaven or hell?
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| Now who’s got the spunk or is that fear I can smell?
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| I cry alone but this is what I believe in
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| I’ll die alone but this is not for the seeing
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| We can’t see the sense they say
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| To sacrifice a human to save animals' pain
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| This is the hand of God not the CV of the devil
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| A modern progression — mankind’s excuse for?
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| Hark the herald angel’s sing
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| Well I’m sorry to be blasphemous, but I can’t hear a thing
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| I can’t see for looking — I can’t feel so don’t touch
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| A wise man once questioned 'are we asking too much?'
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| Well personally, it fucking stinks
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| The appliance of science — those same missing links
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| From 1000 BC, it’s been clear to see
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| The child’s head to the donkey crying, pain, misery
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| They crucified animals — to mock other faiths
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| See — beasts do die when nailed up — it’s only 'Him' that escapes
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| History pages are turned — still the bodies are burned
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| Napalmed — embalmed
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| The next chapter — your turn? |