Accept your failures but just carry on No remorse for actions so clearly wrong A burning hubris so clear for all to see Placing the lives of others beneath your own vanity And through I question, you still won't accept that you remain responsible for human death And through I question, you still can't engage The link between product and consumer remains estranged
The clothes on your skin remain tainted with the blood of the production line With the blood
No remorse, but how can this be? How can aesthetic take priority? On what premise do you justify? Do you care for humyns or just western lives?