Dead Meat
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You don't see the blood, you don't feel the pain
You don't see the bolts going through their brains
You don't smell the death, you don't hear their cries
You don't see the fear flashing in their eyes
You feed upon the meat of the weak
The weak must die to satisfy the needs of the strong
Their purpose in life can't be to make you fat
We've got to stop thinking like that
You don't see the blood, you don't feel the pain
You don't see the bolts going through their brains
You don't smell the death, you don't hear their cries
You don't see the fear flashing in their eyes
They laugh as they sharpen their knives
Party time, something has to die
The meat must die to stock the fridge
And the full freezers of the bloody steak house
You feed upon the meat of the weak
The weak must die to satisfy the needs of the strong
Their purpose in life can't be to make you fat
We've got to stop thinking like that
The sacrificial lamb offered to a bloodthirsty god
Throat cut, oceans of blood, let in guilt and fear
No more, all of your sins have been paid for in prayer
Knowing this, I'm sure we should honor not with death, but with life
You don't see the blood, you don't feel the pain
You don't see the bolts going through their brains
You don't smell the death, you don't hear their cries
You don't see the fear flashing in their eyes
Carnivores congregate to partake in the feeding, feasting on the flesh
Civilized citizens gather 'round the table, ready for the sacrifice
They laugh as they sharpen their knives
Party time, something has to die
The meat must die to stock the fridge
And the full freezers of the bloody steak house
You feed upon the meat of the weak
The weak must die to satisfy the needs of the strong
Their purpose in life can't be to make you fat
We've got to stop thinking like that