Butchers - Nausea

Through all your research there’s still no cure for a disease like you

Ulcerated eyes show no glimmer of life

Nor do they reflect the pain inflicted by your knife

They’re cancerous and bleeding

Better off dead

Vivisectionist you must be sick in the head

He’s a contract killer for the company

To see how their products will effect you and me

The gruesome way in which these animals die

Makes you wonder what’s in the products that you buy

From dogs forced to smoke your cigarettes

To the monkeys that suffer electrical shocks

Their crying eyes plead from inside a cage

Tortured because they’ll never talk