Factory

Right, is it right to take a life for the taste

Of a mother or her child

Do you think? Don't you think about the pain they face?

Just to end up on a plate

Can you taste the factory inside your chest?

It's not a drug, religion or the way you're dressed

If they could be dishonest would you be impressed?

Can you deny this?

You, if you didn't have a voice would that mean

That you were worth much less than me?

Don't you try, don't you try to justify your lust

For the blood of innocence

Ignorance is bliss

It always is

Ignorance is bliss

It always is