Suffering Quota Lyrics

Assuck Suffering Quota

No solid foundation for the suffering, we inflict useless
pain. A sacrifice for profit, fulfilling the quota,
nothing is gained. Denounce the role that animals play.
Why do they die? Selfish lust imprisoned by your vanity,
cleansed with guilt. In these tests the subjects always
fail, needlessly they die. Images of pain squeeze through
your narrow mind. What does the human race gain? (Are we
so obsessed with death that we can not break free from
its grips?)