Nailing Descartes To The Wall / (Liquid) Meat Is Still Murder

I speak outside what is recognized as the border between «reason» and «insanity»
But I consider it a measure of my humanity
To be written off by the living graves of a billion murdered lives
And I’m not ashamed of my
Recurring dreams about me and a gun and a different species
Of carnage strewn about the stockyards, the factories and farms
Still I know as well as anyone that it does less good than harm
To be this honest with a conscience eased by lies
But you cannot deny that
Meat is still murder
Dairy is still rape
And I’m still as stupid as anyone, but I know my mistakes
I have recognized one form of oppression
Now I recognize the rest
And life’s too short to make others' shorter