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There's a place that's neatly tucked away, beyond the other side |
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A place of which you'd never dream, there'd be a need to hide |
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For the building is surrounded by pastures pure and green |
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But the image hides reality and the distance kills the scream |
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That comes from inside is never exposed to the air |
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For the place is packed with scientists who show how much they care |
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While the guard stands bravely at the gate with guard dog by his side |
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The same breed of animal is butchered inside |
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Well, what a fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time |
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A fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time |
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A fucking waste of money, it's a fucking waste of time |
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What a waste of human knowledge, what a fucking way to die |
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There ain't no fucking truth in the inspector's files |
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As he walks down the death corridors, he covers his sighs with smiles |
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He sees the pain and agony but remembering his position |
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He's got his place, just another face but he's just not paid to question |
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He thinks it's rather funny because he's earning lots of money |
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When his eyes are forced aside as out slides another trolley |
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Another tray of corpses, unlabeled and unmentioned |
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But it's no good asking why, why because they never fucking listen |
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So, liberate |
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Animal testing to detect thalidomide |
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Torturing and killing while there's loads more things to try |
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The suffering and the pain, the excruciating pain |
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It all goes over and over gain |
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This fucking witchcraft won't solve anything |
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For it's the same experiment over and over again |
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Over and over again, again |
