Kill for Culture Corpses on Display You think if you label it Art That makes it fucking OK? You put a frame around suffering You dine on anguish There’s no beauty in death Starvation is never exquisite I can’t take it x3 No…. Fuck your Art You put a frame around suffering I’d like to see you hanging
I won’t respect your callous choice I won’t respect the violence you endorse I won’t respect your moral confusion I won’t respect the omnivore’s delusion No…Respect x2 Respect for your choice? Respect for your habit? You demand respect I demand satisfaction Because there’s no respect on the killing floor No respect in the battery cage No respect in the laboratory Yet you wonder why I’m enraged? No…Respect x2