When one kills innocent animals day in day out
\nOne sees
\nOnes spirit fading rapidly which signifies the ease
\nThat those enrolled to do the dirty work of others who
\nSit on their leather sofa’s allowing them to do
\nAll the filthy killing that’s until we see
\nThe psychopath come into being and stalk the world and be
\nCovered in the blood of those he murders every hour
\nBlood and guts fill all his dreams creating so much power<\/p>\n
And he is paid for doing this so an assassin it appears
\nWith all the worst intentions such spitefulness he clears
\nThe paths of genuine innocence and leAves behind the pain
\nThe screaming and the torture which becomes his own refrain
\nPigs we see them standing there as Mr P arrives
\nBrandishing his chopper he has come for their lives
\nSmeared blood all across himself his head his hand his shoes
\nP it stands for psychopath he thinks that he’s good news<\/p>\n
When he gets home his darling imagine how she feels
\nLaying beside him in their bed imagine what that reveals
\nThe smell of guts and blood and puke and his ramblings at night
\nMR P the psychopath devoid of any light
\nAnd Mr P has children their dads a slaughter man
\nUnloved by all humanity his life went down the pan
\nAs soon as he accepted the task of killing he
\nBecame a shameful arse ole which he is going to be<\/p>\n
All the rest of his life and I hope to god it’s short
\nAs for those who buy dead fleSh and do not have a thought
\nFor his wife and his two children who have to be around
\nA dad who cuts up animals and kills them on the ground
\nWho stinks of blood and thunder of offal hoof and tongue
\nAnd in all the world of psychopaths this creep is among
\nThe worst that ever walked the earth the slaughterer supreme
\nWho lets the abattoir pay him to watch the piglets scream<\/p>\n
The evil eyes are everywhere in slaughterhouses we
\nSee them up upon the wall where they have to be
\nFor the innocence are made to walk through the great death door
\nGet their throats slashed and be hung up not to see life anymore
\nTaken from their concrete pen and transported in a truck
\nNot given any water they do not care a fcuk
\nNo matter how long the journey no food will they get
\nThey are sold to be killed the margin of error can be debt
\nThe meat trade are a bunch of rogues dealers in true death
\nIn they come all grunting well until we steal the breath
\nThat pumped the blood around their bodies and that’s done in a trice
\nThen up steps good old MR P to roll his lousy dice<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When one kills innocent animals day in day out One sees Ones spirit fading rapidly which signifies the ease That those enrolled to do the dirty work of others who Sit on their leather sofa’s allowing them to do All … Continue reading