SlaughterHouse

Standing on top, all we’re looking down to is ours.
No matter what – the industry is where’s our powers.

Ethics are too detached for us to understand.
Why should I even stress? Not my turn to amend!

I can’t help you run away in time, electrocution’s fast…
And when it is twitching through your spine, another one’s gone at last!

Building a slaughterhouse!
For one thing’s sure, if you’re not one of us – your head must fall!

All life will come to end – good you give yours to us!
Your food is in my hand, your body meant for us.

I don’t know why they’re so upset, it tastes so good,
I don’t know why you’re so upset, you taste so good.

Standing on top, all we’re looking down to is ours.
No matter what – the industry is where’s our flaws.