It’s on your plate The guilt is on your plate Festering, it serves to sate At the mercy of the butcher Tender, wholesale murder It gets under your skin Pray it rots you from within Purchased in desperation for beauty Smacks of tortured yelps From the unseen laboratory Just because they cannot speak your language Does not mean they cannot understand Just because they cannot rise against you Does not mean they cannot comprehend It’s a barbaric industry It does no service to you nor me But I will not stand idly by I refuse to turn a blind eye We go one by one by one to the slaughter A sacrifice made for your sons and daughters You greed is death and still you turn your back And revenge it strikes you like a heart attack Just because they cannot speak your language Does not mean they cannot understand Just because they cannot rise against you Means not they don’t suffer at your hand And revenge strikes you like a heart attack. (c) 2006 eveghost
