E6 cattle Company Texas

A lack of understanding
Of the life force of a calf
A lack of understanding of pain barriers
Not half
An ounce of common sense or sensibility
Alas
These morons are the pits in fact
Low down vile and crass

Babies on the ground
Are smashed with hammers on their heads
Just imagine that agony they feel
The E6 Cattle Company in Texas shows us how
You treat a baby and how effectively
They kill a baby cow

Male calves of course won’t provide milk
So they really have to die
It’s because some human beings drink the milk
And that is why
Baby cows are superfluous they drink profits away
And so they must be exterminated
In the cheapest possible way

Take a bloody hammer and rain it down
Until
each individual calf brain tragically does spill
It’s contents on the dusty floor
That is what they do
They are murdering arses
Who do not have a clue

Of course the poor cows kick
Their life force kicks in as they say
They have been created and that was to be the way
So to kill them with a hammer you may need, three or four blows
But the agony that it causes well the ghastliness just grows

Now I am going to take out time
To wonder who these farmers are
Their hideousness, their ugliness they are criminals
Really So far
off the human spectrum
And to be filmed doing this
Odious and loathsome
You wouldn’t waste your piss

On human beings would you
The lowest of the low
It’s vulgar and it’s grossness
It’s so obscene you know
It takes a craven spirit
A cowardly renegade
To even think of doing this
And proudly on parade

The calves go to the Summer Land
In agony and in pain
Such resentment and such misery
Haggard with disdain
Each blow upon their soft heads
Must make them question how
Creation formed the miracle
And now it does allow

Such degeneration of a human earthling who
Can drum up so much fear and woe
And still be seen as true
Who can lack love and be so bitter
And so angry with such gall
Resentful and indignant
And murderous to all

At every point there is torture
De horning with hot irons
It’s medieval it’s rancorous
Actually all the signs
Are pointing to the obvious
The people they employ
Have to all be criminals
With not an ounce of joy

You cannot make excuses
For a trade that does this stuff
In point of fact it’s immanity
It’s barbarity it’s too tough
To really even contemplate
The sadism they use
They are spiteful caustic monsters
Happy to abuse

It’s the trade itself it’s ugly
The meat trade seems to show
How evil really it can be
For it does stoop so low
In cleaning up its profits
By reducing humanity
To perhaps pure malediction
And depravity

anyone who watches this
And can think is bound to be
As sick as anybody and even cry like me
Hearing their hopeless cries for help
That fall on deafened ears
The remorseless blows, they are ruthless
Even the calves sweet tears

Do not help these creatures
They are not human, they
Have and are just monsters
But Hathor she will make them pay
She will see to it that whenever
They are perhaps alone in life
That the a murderous form will
Approach them
And stick them with a knife

Then Each eye will be torn out
To help them to recall
The calves they murdered slowly
They will pay for all
Every single baby who went to Summer Land
Crying in such agony
Totally by their hand
Then she will crush their bollocks
Slowly in a vice
So that all the calves can hear their screams
And wouldn’t that be nice