Meat - Poppy

Parasitic intergalactic savages

Will land here in 2033

Heaven destroyed your planets before

The star force came to feed

I saw my brother devoured

A river of blood when it tore off his head

Of healthy organites, a system for harvesting human flesh

Plug me into the feeding machine

Ten in a pen pressed against me

Cut out my tongue so that I can’t scream

There’s meat, there’s meat on me

Antibiotics keep me alive

Now that everyone I love has died

Hang me up and strip me clean

There’s meat, there’s meat on me

You’ve heard stories about the free ones

The few who escape the alien’s grip

Living underground in star cities

In the deep and dark they resist

But I don’t know if I believe it

When they caught me there weren’t many left

They only force us to breed in here

I just hope they kill me quick

Plug me into the feeding machine

Ten in a pen pressed against me

Cut out my tongue so that I can’t scream

There’s meat, there’s meat on me

Antibiotics keep me alive

Now that everyone I love has died

Hang me up and strip me clean

There’s meat, there’s meat on me

In light of the sick to maximize efficiency

Approach the back into our feed for optimal delivery

Right here in the slaughterhouse screams

Around the killing floor

And I hope to chase my adrenaline

Soak up my pus-filled sores

Plug me into the feeding machine

Ten in a pen pressed against me

Cut out my tongue so that I can’t scream

There’s meat, there’s meat on me

Wrap me up in cellophane

Labeled «organic», label me grade A

My tendon is cut between your teeth

There’s meat, there’s meat on me

There’s meat, there’s meat on me

There’s meat, there’s meat on me

There’s meat, there’s meat on me

There’s meat, there’s meat on me