like pigs to the slaughter
we take bread and water
sustaining, and contemplating
the end of the line!
the tunnel it widens
funnel the tyrants
into the abattoir that lies within...

like pieces of meat we have no feeling
flesh once severed has no meaning
pieces of meat thrown to the dogs
none but man can truly be gods

when blood stains the floor
hear the cannibals roar
'A feast'!!
feast fit for a king!
like cattle we see but never think
instinct drives us;
and makes us kill!!

when the bolt comes in hot
when the boot comes crushing down
a piece of meat never regrets
it does just what it's told!!
a story as old as time itself
it just goes on and on...

like pieces of meat we have no feeling
flesh once severed has no meaning
pieces of meat thrown to the dogs
none but man can truly be gods

when pieces of meat
rain down on you
do you choke or do you chew?
when offal and blood
clog the veins
do you see what guilt entails?

live for the details
and suck up the entrails
a pig is what you are....!!!!

like pieces of meat we have no feeling
flesh once severed has no meaning
left to rot in the cursed sun
pieces of meat can never run!!!

pieces of meat we are!!!!

I love this. Death Metal I'm going to assume. If not, it very easily could be. Also it's a nice commentary on the state of man's carelessness as well.

Very..angry lol