We keep on searching
We don’t know what to do
The hunt is on
We’re lost in choices
And are unable to
Find the true essence of life
It’s the lack of empathy
We do not care
An escape in solitude
Course of life
We’re discontented
With things we have to do
We want our share
We can’t dispose of
And are unable to
Drive out this fatal disease
The absence of emotions
And no time for charity
Created icy oceans
Filled with selfishness
And hypocrisy
We are indulgent
If we can benefit as well
Care for the canine
But hack and chop the pig to hell
The absence of emotions
And no time for charity
Created icy oceans
Filled with selfishness
And hypocrisy
All that’s left is cold, dead bodies
Without a soul
Just raised to be slaughtered
Looking upon these cold, dead bodies
Gone are their souls
Just wasted for slaughter
Keep fighting for the rights of animals
Stay focused ‘till you find your way
Beyond the veil I’ve seen
The end of destiny
The absence of emotions
And no time for charity
Created icy oceans
Filled with selfishness
And hypocrisy
Beyond the veil I’ve seen
The end of destiny
The cycle takes us in
We end were we begin
The absence of feeling
And unwillingness to see
Prevents us from healing
Old wounds
No recovery
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