Dead Meat

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