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Blood from the veins, your blood there blood serves the same
Serves the same, sawing out limbs just right for stewing
Yet still there queuing and still there viewing, about the whale slaugheter
the factoryis churning out all processed packed and neat
now your at the table
an obscure butchered substance and the label reads meat
sawing out limbs just right for stewing
sawing out limbs just right for stewing
from new throats red rivers flood
you moan about the seal cull
Since the day that you were born you ve never been told the missing link, blood from the veins, but does it really matter wheather it lives on land or water
its served upon a sterile plate you don t think of killing
sawing out limbs just right for stewing
Is it for frying or for grilling, sort juicy chunks from freezers deep
sort juicy chunks from freezers deep
Hidden behind false nomes such as pork, but does it really matter wheather it lives on land or water, you think is crule to the mink
since the day that you were born you ve never been told the missing link
blood from the veins
its served upon a sterile plate you don t think of killing
well can t you see that juice is blood
its served upon a sterile plate you don t think of killing
Well how about the cow, sawing out limbs just right for stewing Conflict, carcasses piled up in a heap
An eyes an eye, you ve never had a fur coat
Now your at the table, is it for frying or for grilling Meat, the now forgotten belief
Sitting there eating you never relise the filling, your blood there blood serves the same