In The Name Of Convenience

Over the hill there's a factory

With walls a mile high

And behind those walls lies a killing floor

where thousands of animals die

So welcome to the factory farm

Where murder means production

It's the product of supply and demand

Supported by your consumption

And so you swallow the lies

And end their lives

But could you face this horror?

Could you stand and watch as the blade slides across their throat

Their body is hung upside down and they bleed to death before you?

Could you stand and watch as the bolt drives through their skull?

Watch them as they flail about and not have it affect you?

Could you stand and watch as they beat an animal to death?

A full sized axe smashed against its skull until there's nothing left

How the fuck can you stand and watch as a life becomes a product

or as a child is ripped from its mother to become the next to receive this?

These are lives, not products

These are cows, not beef

These are pigs

Not pork

These are chickens, not poultry

These are calves, not veal

These are lives, not products

These are animals, just as we

And they deserve to be free

Not the voiceless victims of a murderous process

Where we claim superiority

It's up to every one of us to stop this murder

And it starts on an individual level

Let's make the choice to raise our voice

And not let up until they tear every last factory down!

From the moment of birth

Their hardships begin

They'll be wanted for their flesh, their eggs, their milk, their fur, their skin

They'll be chained into veal crates

Or cages stacked up high

And depending on their gender some are simply left to die

Fed a steady diet or rendered waste from their own kind.

They'll be injected with hormones and drugs to keep them all alive

Confined and forced to inhale the stench of growing piles of waste

Some will become violent and neurotic due to lack of space

And the animals raped for their eggs and milk- when their productive life is through

They'll be shipped off to slaughter in hopes that

They'll be consumed by me and you

Paraded through the slaughterhouse where they'll soon be known as meat

The stench of blood and entrails from the floor beneath their feet

They'll see the ones before them and

Hear their final cries of pain

Imagine the terror in their minds as they watch their families

Get slain

Their blood is cursing through your veins

Suffer their screams

Suffer their pain

Remove the blindfold from your eyes

You have no right to take their lives

Their blood is cursing through your veins

Suffer their screams

Suffer their pain

Remove the blindfold from your eyes

You have no right to take their lives

In the name of convenience they are victims of greed

Why support torture for a product you don't need?

Stop for a moment, look in their eyes

Watch what you are guilty of

Watch the way they die

Few of us know what it is to fight

When you've already struggled with all of your might

Few of us know what it is to fight

When it's a matter of death or a matter of life

Few of us know what it is to fight

Against neglect and abuse that is kept out of sight

Few of us know what it is to fight

When you have no defense against the blade of the knife