Lyrics Prédateurs - Les Discrets

Prédateurs

You see, I heard the screams of my dying father,
as his body was ravaged by the cancer that killed him
And I realized… I had heard those screams before.
In the slaughterhouse, their eyes stabbed out and their tendons slashed,
on the cattle ships to the Middle East
and the dying mother whale as a harpoon explodes in her brain
as she calls out to her calf.
Their cries… were the cries of my father.
I discovered when we suffer, we suffer as equals.
And in their capacity to suffer, a dog is pig, is a bear… is a boy.