Imprisoned in this cruel existence exposed to poisons, cancers, diseases The voiceless die in vain, their screams in agony ignored by the lab coats Deprived from the sun, the light, life for our own leisure. Until the torture ceases, until we act as their voice, we are all savages They prod, inject, rape, and murder yet still no cure? We are living graves of the by-products of industry The psychopathic motivations, ignoring the guilt you bear Products derived of cruelty, all these thoughts pushed from your minds So consume what you hide behind blood stained walls.