Can They Suffer? - Dead In The Dirt

Thrown into this filth routine

Baring their teeth, hammer comes down

Twist the knife, cut out their tongues

Blood drains down, when hung from rungs

«Can they suffer?»

Chained to the fucking floor

With the ravenous mouth screaming more

For this is the heartlessness of men

Victims of consumer convenience

Your fucking lies only serve

As proof of your hypocrisy

A tradition built upon

Pure barbarity

Moral contradiction

No hope for humanity

With a heart able to feel pain and loneliness

With mind able to understand love and fear

Is this tradition worth the lives it’s taken?

For every life liberation