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I don't want this blood on my hands I don't want them die in a chains They want to live Just like us And feel the pain As good as we are Is an animal your friend? Or corpse in your plate? Hanging on the hook They spilling blood From splitted throat Is breaked life a price for your food? Do you realized this ain't good? I understood From whom this food is taken And I don't want To be a part of this If only every slaughterhouse in the world has a glass walls... don't kill living creatures! (Thanks to rambutanic for these lyrics) From Letras Mania