Torn Apart. Nothing Is Permanent. Just Sit Back. Zeneszám

No more
I cant just sit back
And let you take control
With no compassion at all
I abstain from the
Products you claim
Are necessary to survive
It?s murder in my eyes
Millions dead because
Of your greed
For your selfishness lifestyle
Animals bleed
Who are you to take life?
Who are you? What gives
You the right?
Life pours out
In a river of red
And you feel no remorse
For the veins you?ve bled
(dry)