Song | Lips & Assholes |
Artist | Cattle Decapitation |
Album | Humanure |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cattle Decapitation, Ryan | |
There are corners of this world that should not be explored | |
There are needles hidden in the candy | |
It all starts with a life | |
Transformed by a knife | |
Into food not fit for dogs | |
Ignorance is death | |
And in this life you've been victimized | |
Your American mind | |
Materialized | |
We get what we want when we want it. | |
Consumer's head becomes trash receptable | |
Cycle of human spawned hell defecating back into its face | |
You're as unclean as the meat in your bowels | |
Picked up off the floor and brushed off to find a home in your intestinal tract | |
All your life you never knew what went into the meat | |
As good as any roadkill you'll find in the street | |
They made that shit from discarded bits of snouts and lips | |
Rat feces swept from the rafters now food in the hereafter | |
Ah your ignorance astounds me | |
No rhyme. | |
No reason. | |
No boundary to how insane we have become | |
The juice off the floor becomes an additive | |
A waste bin of gore thown in for shits and giggles | |
Helpless heap at the mercy of some freak | |
Some **** in charge of decontaminating the meat | |
Who wipes his ass without washing his hands, your must understand that everyday you ingest some sort of disease | |
You did not kill it. | |
You did not clean it. | |
You'd probably **** it if you couldn't eat it | |
Sick, Depraved everyday human. | |
Stupid consumer with faith in humanity | |
Led without a fight straight to the grave. | |
Birth. Agony. | |
Death. Defiled. | |
Processed. | |
Packaged. | |
Sccanned. | |
Purchased. | |
Prepared. | |
Eaten. Digested. | |
Feces. |
zuo qu : Cattle Decapitation, Ryan | |
There are corners of this world that should not be explored | |
There are needles hidden in the candy | |
It all starts with a life | |
Transformed by a knife | |
Into food not fit for dogs | |
Ignorance is death | |
And in this life you' ve been victimized | |
Your American mind | |
Materialized | |
We get what we want when we want it. | |
Consumer' s head becomes trash receptable | |
Cycle of human spawned hell defecating back into its face | |
You' re as unclean as the meat in your bowels | |
Picked up off the floor and brushed off to find a home in your intestinal tract | |
All your life you never knew what went into the meat | |
As good as any roadkill you' ll find in the street | |
They made that shit from discarded bits of snouts and lips | |
Rat feces swept from the rafters now food in the hereafter | |
Ah your ignorance astounds me | |
No rhyme. | |
No reason. | |
No boundary to how insane we have become | |
The juice off the floor becomes an additive | |
A waste bin of gore thown in for shits and giggles | |
Helpless heap at the mercy of some freak | |
Some in charge of decontaminating the meat | |
Who wipes his ass without washing his hands, your must understand that everyday you ingest some sort of disease | |
You did not kill it. | |
You did not clean it. | |
You' d probably it if you couldn' t eat it | |
Sick, Depraved everyday human. | |
Stupid consumer with faith in humanity | |
Led without a fight straight to the grave. | |
Birth. Agony. | |
Death. Defiled. | |
Processed. | |
Packaged. | |
Sccanned. | |
Purchased. | |
Prepared. | |
Eaten. Digested. | |
Feces. |
zuò qǔ : Cattle Decapitation, Ryan | |
There are corners of this world that should not be explored | |
There are needles hidden in the candy | |
It all starts with a life | |
Transformed by a knife | |
Into food not fit for dogs | |
Ignorance is death | |
And in this life you' ve been victimized | |
Your American mind | |
Materialized | |
We get what we want when we want it. | |
Consumer' s head becomes trash receptable | |
Cycle of human spawned hell defecating back into its face | |
You' re as unclean as the meat in your bowels | |
Picked up off the floor and brushed off to find a home in your intestinal tract | |
All your life you never knew what went into the meat | |
As good as any roadkill you' ll find in the street | |
They made that shit from discarded bits of snouts and lips | |
Rat feces swept from the rafters now food in the hereafter | |
Ah your ignorance astounds me | |
No rhyme. | |
No reason. | |
No boundary to how insane we have become | |
The juice off the floor becomes an additive | |
A waste bin of gore thown in for shits and giggles | |
Helpless heap at the mercy of some freak | |
Some in charge of decontaminating the meat | |
Who wipes his ass without washing his hands, your must understand that everyday you ingest some sort of disease | |
You did not kill it. | |
You did not clean it. | |
You' d probably it if you couldn' t eat it | |
Sick, Depraved everyday human. | |
Stupid consumer with faith in humanity | |
Led without a fight straight to the grave. | |
Birth. Agony. | |
Death. Defiled. | |
Processed. | |
Packaged. | |
Sccanned. | |
Purchased. | |
Prepared. | |
Eaten. Digested. | |
Feces. |