the massacre
every spread of a duck's wing,
lead's to foolish hunting
every wound in a chicken's wing,
is the price of unendless suffering
every scream of a defencless pig,
is the answer that slaughtering is sick
every tramble of a horses hoof,
is the real proove
that animals are victim
of the massaproduction king.
i'm caught in a world filled with non-respect
to what mother nature begged.
where we learned to live in peace and harmonie,
the last whale sings his tragic melodie.
...
lead's to foolish hunting
every wound in a chicken's wing,
is the price of unendless suffering
every scream of a defencless pig,
is the answer that slaughtering is sick
every tramble of a horses hoof,
is the real proove
that animals are victim
of the massaproduction king.
i'm caught in a world filled with non-respect
to what mother nature begged.
where we learned to live in peace and harmonie,
the last whale sings his tragic melodie.
...
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| Gecontroleerd door: The Slayer | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 januari 2001 | ||
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