Song parody of
Sounds Of the Slaughterhouse
by Foxlin
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Sounds of the slaughterhouse
Bleed into the air
Time turned the volume down
& no one seems to care
Cognitive dissonance
A waste of precious life
Contribute to the renaissance
Or fall behind the lines
Welcome to the slaughterhouse
We gas 'em every day
We're paid to feed the voters mouths
As they turn away
& outside
A vigil
The people mourn
A prayer
Against a prayer
Of why they're born
Sounds of the slaughterhouse
Hidden from the mass
Trucks bustle in and out
Production at its best
Bolt gun to the temple
Strung up by the feet
Slashed clean & simple
Drained just to eat
From factory to free range
They all come down the line
They might've been happy
But now tension's tight
For product
& profit
A system placed
Tethered
To a lifeline
They think they can't replace
The slashing
& the thrashing
Feeling burned alive
Of infants
& mothers
Birthed just to die
How do you define suffering?
How do you justify the killing?
Oh, how I was blind to the unwilling
Now I find a moral agency
Sounds of the slaughterhouse
Bleed into the air
Time turned the volume down
& no one seems to care
Sounds of the slaughterhouse
Bleed into the air
Time turned the volume down
& no one seems to care
Cognitive dissonance
A waste of precious life
Contribute to the renaissance
Or fall behind the lines
Welcome to the slaughterhouse
We gas 'em every day
We're paid to feed the voters mouths
As they turn away
& outside
A vigil
The people mourn
A prayer
Against a prayer
Of why they're born
Sounds of the slaughterhouse
Hidden from the mass
Trucks bustle in and out
Production at its best
Bolt gun to the temple
Strung up by the feet
Slashed clean & simple
Drained just to eat
From factory to free range
They all come down the line
They might've been happy
But now tension's tight
For product
& profit
A system placed
Tethered
To a lifeline
They think they can't replace
The slashing
& the thrashing
Feeling burned alive
Of infants
& mothers
Birthed just to die
How do you define suffering?
How do you justify the killing?
Oh, how I was blind to the unwilling
Now I find a moral agency
Sounds of the slaughterhouse
Bleed into the air
Time turned the volume down
& no one seems to care
