| Systematic Annex Death trades Your hateful minds that feed on death And should we really beleive that the cause is for the good That meat is a proper diet in our food That the sealpups must die for our leisure And to breed animals for the service of our pleasure Their life in your hands, to show no remorse You don't understand that the animals have the right to a life So live and let live, or is the price too high That you make a profit from your slaughter And you make a living out of murder The subject draws its final breath And a faint murmur of hateful laughter The overwhelming screams of the slaughterhouse A product of the lethal...why? Have you seen the sealpups killed in their thousands The brutal callous slaughter of life in their hands From the fields to the death stenched slaughterhouse From the blood stained ice to the gift shop Death dealers who breed on genocide Luring your male violent brain forward to the onslaught Your greed soaked desire feeds on the onslaught Your sadistic minds breed on the onslaught Your ideas of profit and sickening facts of the onslaught From the slaughterhouse to the warehouse Funhouse, pleasurehouse A profit from your slaughter to make a living out of murder And the insignificance of it all Leads to the dumb blindness and discarded feelings of you As the sun's rays creep through the bars On the dawn of a new day They reveal only misery and pain Torment and cruelty Deprived of love and affection The occupants live in isolation and fear Only death is a happy release What life do they live when all love is lost? Death, is that how much freedom costs! BACK |