Thrown into this filth routine Baring their teeth, hammer comes down Twist the knife, cut out their tongues Blood drains down, when hung from rungs "Can they suffer?" Chained to the fucking floor With the ravenous mouth screaming more For this is the heartlessness of men Victims of consumer convenience Your fucking lies only serve As proof of your hypocrisy A tradition built upon Pure barbarity Moral contradiction No hope for humanity ♪ With a heart able to feel pain and loneliness With mind able to understand love and fear Is this tradition worth the lives it's taken? For every life liberation.