Song | No Silent Approval |
Artist | Wolf Down |
Album | Stray From The Path |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 |
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 |