You don't see the blood
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You don't see the pain
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You don't see the bolt
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Going through their brain
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You don't smell the death
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You don't hear their cries
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You don't see the fear
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Flashing in their eyes
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You feed upon the meat of the weak
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The weak must die to satisfy
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The needs of the strong
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Their purpose in life
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Can't be to make you fat
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We've got to stop thinking like that!
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You don't see the blood
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You don't see the pain
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You don't see the bolt
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Going through their brain
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You don't smell the death
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You don't hear their cries
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You don't see the fear
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Flashing in their eyes
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They laugh as they sharpen their knives
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It's party time and something has to die
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The meek must die to stock you fridge
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And the full freezers of the bloody steak house
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You feed upon the meat of the weak
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The weak must die to satisfy
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The needs of the strong
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Their purpose in life
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Can't be to make you fat
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We've got to stop thinking like that!
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The sacrificial lamb
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Offered to a blood-thirsty god
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Throat cut, oceans of blood
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Let in guild and fear
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No more, all of your sins
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Have been paid for in prayer
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Knowing this, I'm sure we should honor
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No with death, but with life
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You don't see the blood
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You don't see the pain
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You don't see the bolt
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Going through their brain
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You don't smell the death
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You don't hear their cries
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You don't see the fear
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Flashing in their eyes
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Carnivores congregate to partake in
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The feeding, feasting on the flesh
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Civilized citizens gather 'round the table
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Ready for the sacrifice
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They laugh as they sharpen their knives
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It's party time and something has to die
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The meek must die to stock your fridge
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And the full freezers of the bloody steak house
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You feed upon the meat of the weak
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The weak must die to satisfy
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The needs of the strong
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Their purpose in life
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Can't be to make you fat
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We've got to stop thinking like that!
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[Lyrics: brecht]
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Dead Meat
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D.R.I. |