Fire away at my faith
You'll find inside that it is hollowing
Cause there are things I had to face
But not a goddamn thought swallowed me
Like this one
We don't pay the reapers directly
We get it through the middle man
They promise they always treat them kindly
Before they shove them in a can
Newborns ripped from their mothers
Mothers raped for a casserole
Throw the little one with the others
People pay good money for their souls
I call myself an animal lover
I got my cat I got my dog
I'm grillin' up some prime bovine
It's not my cat it ain't my dog
Today I ripped apart a family
It only cost $6.25
To feed my brain to feed my belly
The murdered flesh of another's life
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