Bred For The Knife

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Bred for the knife on the factory farm Taste tradition convenience Don't justify such harm Torture rape and murder Someone's life, she was someone's mother The blood in your mouth flesh in your face Brains, bodies, tissue Severed familial bonds All gone to waste Animals don't want to die Bred for the knife Blood on your hands Commodified and voiceless with no way out Bred for the knife Blood on your hands An individual is not a product An entire sea of pig shit Devastatеs the land Hidden so you don't see it Blood on your hands Do you know how animals die Killеd by complacency Stolen for consumption Bred for the knife Blood on your hands Commodified and voiceless with no way out Bred for the knife Blood on your hands An individual not a product Hundreds of thousands are unnecessarily slaughtered every day for what amounts to preference in taste. Choose to abstain from this injustice. An individual is not a product Bred for the knife Just eat something else Not a conscious life Bred for the knife Commodified and voiceless with no way out Bred for the knife there's no way out On the factory farm there is no way out
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