Testo di SlaughterHouse

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.