Every animal feeds on death
Oft' misunderstood
No more empty sentiment
Food is murder, murder tastes good
The endless desert creeping slow
Nowhere left for food to grow
The concrete jungle's endless sprawl
No crops to graze, no crops at all
The futures built on bones now past
The next in line will eat the last
With nothing else but man to eat
The strong will consume the weak
No more food and mouths to feed, men are quickly reaped
Having no use becomes no need competing for the weak
Farm thy neighbour
Farm thy neighbour
Round them up and let them breed for the butcher's block
Farm the weak or starve to death neighbours become stock
Farm thy neighbour
Farm thy neighbour
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