In the Name of Convenience Letra

where thousands of animals die. So
welcome to the factory farm where
murder means production. Its the
product of supply and demand
supported by your consumption. And
so you swallow the lies and end
their lives but could you face
this horror? Could you stand and
watch as the blade slides across
their throat-their body is hung
upside down and they bleed to
death before you? Could you stand
and watch as the bolt drives
through their skull? Watch them as
they flail about and not have it
affect you? Could you stand and
watch as they beat an animal to
death? A full sized axe smashed
against its skull until there's
nothing left. How the fuck can you
stand and watch as a life becomes
a product, or as a child is ripped
from its mother to become the next
to receive this? These are lives,
not products. These are cows, not
beef. These are pigs, not pork.
These are chickens, not poultry.
These are calves, not veal. These
are lives, not products. These are
animals, just as we, and they
deserve to be free. Not the
voiceless victims of a murderous
process where we claim
superiority. Its up to every one
of us to stop this murder and it
starts on an individual level.
Lets make the choice to raise our
voice and not let up until they
tear every last factory down! From
the moment of birth their
hardships begin. They'll be wanted
for their flesh , their eggs,
their milk, their fur, their skin.
They'll be chained into veal
crates, or cages stacked up high,
and depending on their gender some
are simply left to die. Fed a
steady diet or rendered waste from
their own kind. They'll be injected
with hormones and drugs to keep
them all alive. Confined and
forced to inhale the stench of
growing piles of waste. Some will
become violent and neurotic due to
lack of space. And the animals
raped for their eggs and milk-
when their productive life is
through, they'll be shipped off to
slaughter in hopes that they'll be
consumed by me and you. Paraded
through the slaughterhouse where
they'll soon be known as meat. The
stench of blood and entrails from
the floor beneath their feet.
They'll watch the ones before them
and hear their final cries of
pain. Imagine the terror in their
minds as they watch their families
get slain. Their blood is cursing
through your veins. Suffer their
screams, suffer their pain. Remove
the blindfold from your eyes. You
have no right to take their lives.
In the name of convenience they
are victims of greed. Why support
torture for a product you don't
need? Stop for a moment, look in
their eyes. Watch what you are
guilty of-watch the way they die.
Few of us know what it is to fight
when you've already struggled with
all of your might. Few of us know
what it is to fight when its a
matter of death or a matter of
life. Few of us know what it is to
fight against neglect and abuse
that is kept out of sight. Few of
us know what it is to fight when
you have no defense against the
blade of the knife.