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