Conflict Whichever Way You Want It
There's aplace that's neatly tucked away beyond the other side A place In which you'd never dream there would be a need to hide For the building is surrounded by pastures pure and green The Image hides reality, and the distance kills the scream That comes from inside is never exposed to be fair, for the place Is packed with scientists who show how much they care The guard stands bravely at the gates, guard dog by his side The same breed of animal Is butchered Inside What a f..cking waste of money, what a f..cking waste of time What a waste of human knowledge, what a f..cking way to die Human freedom, animal rights, it's one struggle, one fight There ain;t no f..cking truth In the Inspectors files As he walks down the death corridors, he covers his sighs with smiles He sees the pain and agony but remembering his position He's got his place, another face, but he just ain't paid to question He thinks it's rather funny that he's earning loads of money His eyes are forced aside as out comes another trolley Another tray of corpses, more unlabeled, more unmentioned It's no good asking why? Why? because they never f..cking listen, so liberate Animal testing to detect thalidomide Torturing, killing, but there's loads more things to try The suffering,the pain,that excruciating pain, it all goes over and over again This f..cking witchcraft won't solve anything, the same experiments, OVER AND OVER AGAIN
