| (In the slaughterhouse, their eyes stabbed out and their tendons slashed,
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| on the cattle ships to the Middle East and the dying mother whale as a harpoon
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| explodes in her brain as she calls out to her calf
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| Their cries were the cries of my father
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| I discovered that when we suffer, we suffer as equals
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| And in their capacity to suffer, a dog is a pig is a bear is a boy)
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| The killing floor is yours
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| Just take the stage and clean your plate
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| I know it’s all so gross
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| Pick up the pain and see their face
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| We are a world alone confused
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| But we evolve to take total control
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| I need a medic fast
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| I need a brain to think up plans
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| I feel the violent past
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| And I can’t take the words
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| From
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| My
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| Dumb
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| Mouth
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| This is a war they wage unto
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| And it’s a culling innocence for us to give
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| We are the ones who fight to choose
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| And I bet the worst is yet to come
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| I see the pain
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| I know that you can see it too
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| We are a world confused
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| We pull apart to see the glue
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| We’ve broken all the rules
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| And now we’re all so fucked |