Standing on top, all we're looking down to is ours
No matter what - the industry is where's our powers

Ethics are too detached for us to understand
Why should I even stress? Not my turn to amend!

I can't help you run away in time, electrocution's fast...
And when it is twitching through your spine, another one's gone at last!

Building a slaughterhouse!
For one thing's sure, if you're not one of us - your head must fall!

All life will come to end - good you give yours to us!
Your food is in my hand, your body meant for us

I don't know why they're so upset, it tastes so good
I don't know why you're so upset, you taste so good

Standing on top, all we're looking down to is ours
No matter what - the industry is where's our flaws