Factory

Right, is it right to take a life for the taste
Of a mother or her child
Do you think? Don’t you think about the pain they face?
Just to end up on a plate
Can you taste the factory inside your chest?
It’s not a drug, religion or the way you’re dressed
If they could be dishonest would you be impressed?
Can you deny this?
You, if you didn’t have a voice would that mean
That you were worth much less than me?
Don’t you try, don’t you try to justify your lust
For the blood of innocence
Bridge
Ignorance is bliss
It always is