Vessel of death going to the sea Spreading nets of misery Pulling out a boiling mass Of suffocating animals Brute slaughter Blood water And what can not be sold Is thrown in the ocean cold 1400 lives Tell me Why are you afraid to see That their suffering is real Cover of tradition Murder is the mission Celebrating slaughter Witness son and daughter Cowardice Gas engines Bloodwater in the sand Bring the madness to an end Wreaking havoc under the surface There are no cries to be heard Why are you afraid the feel That their suffering is real Why are you afraid to see They're worth as much As you and me This is for the dolphins and the sharks For the animals that live Underneath the surface In a world that is older than ours For the turtles and the tiny fish too Why are you afraid to feel That their suffering is real Alive and free Alive and free to be Alive and free to be and feel