We are trying to get away( and you are trying to prod us to our deaths would you run to yours?

Animals are all trying
to get away
no one wants to die
no one at all
loaded in some dirty truck
and shipped off to
the slaughterhouse
its not as if
we’re all having a ball

kicked and prodded don’t you think
we know where we are going?
they haven’t fed us
and we’re thirsty too
slung inside that meat truck
we can see a strip of light
and then its starts up
of course and what we do

again it isn’t right
we all fall over
crushing one another
legs get bruised and broken
when we get there
the smell of death
it fills our nostrils
the cries of those before us
and the screaming
of course we sense it
before we can hear it
into that great hall
more prodding, we
these slaughtermen are heartless
nasty buggers
we’re going to our deaths why
should we be

running, we want just that few more seconds
of life
for we know what’s coming
its that knife

across our throat
and all our wondrous blood
and we die in that flood
carnivores among you
will you note
the pain was bloody terrible
I lasted about 2 minutes
then I just passed out
then the chop of Lucifer
took off my legs
and that is what eating meats about