Who will be their voice, who will hear their cries?
The ones who cannot speak, as we dehumanize.
Incarcerated innocents, their sentience ignored.
Slaughtered by the billions for the pseudo-carnivores.
What a waste of our time, of our land, of our humanity.
Blood-spattered carcass, it wets your appetite.
Don't you f*cking get it? Eating flesh, it isn't right
For you, for me, our children, the world.
Destroy their machines and burn their slaughterhouses to the ground.
Now it's time for us all to defend the oppressed.
Come on.
Meat is murder, still we consume the dead and rotting.
Products of violence, we've got to make that change
For you, for me, our children, the world.
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Who will be their voice, who will hear their cries?
The ones who cannot speak, as we dehumanize.
Incarcerated innocents, their sentience ignored.
Slaughtered by the billions for the pseudo-carnivores.
What a waste of our time, of our land, of our humanity.
Blood-spattered carcass, it wets your appetite.
Don't you f*cking get it? Eating flesh, it isn't right
For you, for me, our children, the world.
Destroy their machines and burn their slaughterhouses to the ground.
Now it's time for us all to defend the oppressed.
Come on.
Meat is murder, still we consume the dead and rotting.
Products of violence, we've got to make that change
For you, for me, our children, the world.
The ones who cannot speak, as we dehumanize.
Incarcerated innocents, their sentience ignored.
Slaughtered by the billions for the pseudo-carnivores.
What a waste of our time, of our land, of our humanity.
Blood-spattered carcass, it wets your appetite.
Don't you f*cking get it? Eating flesh, it isn't right
For you, for me, our children, the world.
Destroy their machines and burn their slaughterhouses to the ground.
Now it's time for us all to defend the oppressed.
Come on.
Meat is murder, still we consume the dead and rotting.
Products of violence, we've got to make that change
For you, for me, our children, the world.
Writer: BRIAN MATTHEW DOHERTY, IAN THORNLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.