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?