The factory's still churning out, all processed, packed and neat An obscure butchered substance and the label reads "meat" Hidden behind false names such as pork, ham, veal and beef An eye's an eye, a life's a life, the now forgotten belief Yet, everyday production lines are feeding out this farce To end up on your table, then shat out of your arse Yet, still you're queuing, and still you're viewing Sawing out limbs just right for stewing Carcasses piled up in a heap Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep Well, can't you see that that juice is blood? From newborn throats, red rivers flood Blood from young hearts blood from the vein Your blood, their blood, serves the same Now you're at the table, sitting, grinning Sitting there eating, you never realise the filling It's served upon a sterile plate, you don't think of the killing The furthest your brain takes you, "is it for frying or grilling?" You moan about the seal cull, about the whale slaughter But does it really matter whether it lives on land or water? You've never had a fur coat, you think its cruel to the mink Well, how about the cow, pig or sheep. Don't they make you think Since the day that you were you born, you've never been told the missing link?