Songtext von No Silent Approval

While the blood drips off the blade the cries still resonate Estranged, cut into pieces Rediscovered on your plate You stop at nothing for the privileg of taste Like a panel of judges you're deciding their fate Born in misery, abused - got nothing to lose Exploited for profit therefore you breed by human greed This machine that turnes lives to products is called tradition Your silent approval What an imposition Individuals - facing perversion by superior forces Social, sentient beings degraded to resources You stop at nothing for the privilege of taste Like a panel of judges you're deciding their fate This is about freedom, this is about compassion Abolish exploitation Animal liberation The time has come to break this culture of death