Gather – Dollar Signs To The Industry 0

You brought the myth that they're put here for us
Now see the hell that results from this Treated so callously as if machines
Objects, mere dollar signs to the industry Beaten on the head, stunned but not dead Nose bleeding, confused, so trusting Chocking under your foot, you hear it gasp for air
Life draining under your weight, struggling, and you don't even care
I watched you rip the skin right off of her body
Still alive, no where to hide, she can't express the fucking pain inside
Others are born into a cage, just to die by the blade
Their short lives in between pure suffering No pain killers are used while enduring body mutilations
Most are neurotic due to lack of stimulation (движение, наверно)
Unable to turn around or spread a wing, unable to breathe fresh air, and they'll never be free
I watched you take her baby away, product of her annual rape
He'll be tortued just like her, until they're both murdered
No one to give them comfort, no one to make them feel loved
No happy ending for them, no one mourns her when they're gone
We'll never get to know her personality
Just another number, dead for your greed Selfishness
Ignorance
Decides the fate of the innocent