What I read in the was reality
Hell created by students of bestiality
If this is the human race we're all sick
Torture an animal, you think you're better than itWake up it's time to die again
Your plite must make me cry again
They stick electrodes inside your head
If you're lucky, you'll soon be deadChoking on tobacco smoked for pleasure
Testing out cream for a wrinkled face
Agony we cannot measure
Trapped behind the bars with no escapeIncreasing Cancer Research's wealth
Isn't going to bring you good health
Reality, you continue to ignore
Much more pain for us all to endureOne day your factories and laboratories
Will be burned and you'll be brought to your knees
Then you'll find out what it's really like
When someone slowly ends your lifeIn factory farms across the country
Millions waiting to be freed
You say that they lack human feelings
This battered flesh on which we feedIs it really so hard to open your eyes
See through a cruel government's disguise
Use your voice for those who have none
Or has the system struck you dumb?Upper crust on horseback, so sick in the head
Getting such pleasure from a useless death
Taxpayer's money for the royal stud
So the parasites can let some more bloodMaiming and killing, setting your traps
Animal loving nation, a load of crap
You have no emotions, you're devoid of pity
The lowest part of humanity.Wake up it's time to die again.
Songwriters
DAVID JOHN BATEMAN, BECKY BONDPublished by
Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC