No death songs are sung
No hesitation to devour the young
Take what isn't needed - leave the rest
Bleed until there's nothing left
Bred and caught
Sold and bought
No thought to what human hands had wrought
Every day, a hundred thousand slaves
Every hour, a thousand graves
Hear the chorus of the calloused drown the sounds of endless malice
Now the sane must decide when to answer the call to defend
A practice of cannibalistic insanity
Sadistic neanderthalic barbarity
Bred and caught
Sold and bought
No though tto what human hands had wrought
Every day, a hundred thousand slaves
Every hour, a thousand graves
No escape, no relief from suffering beyond belief
