Morbid Humour - Oh My God Pt1 | Текст песни

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I hate the way you decide their fate
I hate the way you decide their mate
I hate the prisons you call zoos
I hate their lives being up to you
I hate the disturbing things you do
I hate their lives being up to you
I hate the decisions you don’t talk about
I hate the scientists tall and stout
I hate feeling guilty for the meat I ate
I hate being told, ‘tough shit you’re far too late’
I hate living with a cannibalistic tribe
I hate their talk of the English Prime
I hate fat bastards promoting death
I hate television advertising death
I hate butchers selling death
Oh my god get me out of this fucking mess


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