No Silent Approval

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 human 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 privilege 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