while the blood drips off the blade the cries still resonate estranged, cut into pieces – rediscovered on your plate you stop at nothing for the privileg of taste like a panel of judges you’re deciding their fate
born in misery, abused – got nothing to lose exploited for profit therefore you breed by humyn greed this machine that turnes lives to products is called tradition your silent approval – what an imposition! individuals – facing perversion by superior forces social, sentient beings degraded to resources you stop at nothing for the privileg of taste like a panel of judges you’re deciding their fate
this is about freedom, this is about compassion, abolish exploitation – animal liberation! The time has come – to break this culture of death