Images of suffering keep running through my mind
Of all the beings murdered for "taking form below"
Traded our humanity for an industry
Life as a commodity; their flesh, soul, and bone
I can't find the f*cking words, and it keeps me up at night
And it breaks my f*cking heart
I speak because they can't
I stand because they can't
I scream because they can't
I dissent because they can't
It's not necessity
It's hedonism
It's f*cking murder
Our day of reckoning will come
I can't bear to look
Gouge out my f*cking eyes and tear out my f*cking heart
I feel helpless as piece by piece they're hacked a-f*cking-part
One day our setting sun will come and we will answer for our crimes
There will be no escape
There will be nowhere else for us to run