Stop the pain, stop the slaughter  Open your eyes to this senseless thing  Of the primate in the leather straps  With his guts on the table in the name of science  This can't go on any longer  Stop the pain, stop the slaughter  They inject the needle - it's a new food additive  They know it will cause internal haemorrhaging  But can the vomiting dog survive?  You call this progress  If this is progress - I wanna regress!  Don't get me wrong - I see the point in testing  We must make alternatives to this sadistic crusade  What would you think if we reverse the situation and you we're the subject on whom the tests we're performed?  The panic which you can't control overwhelms your rational thought  The white coats staring at you with the electrodes on your brain  The white coats stand above you smiling  Pinning back your eyelids, smiling  Shredding your existence