Grotesque (Inside the Abbatoir) Songtext
von The Mission

The only meat that will touch these lips of mine is human
Hope you consider that animals feel pain the same as we
Barbaric slaughter so you can put meat on the table
To feed yourself
I hope you choke yourself to death on the very first bite

We are accountable we are the choices that we make
And there′s no reason for cruelty towards those that can't defend themselves
Well it′s obscene that someone gets fat from the pain and suffering of
The innocent and defenseless


It's grotesque a twisted burlesque
A gruesome Halloween all the cruelty that I've seen

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
Always remember that gluttony precedes a fall
Kangaroo killers Adidas battery farms just to feed us
Animals under the blade just another hide for the skin trade

It′s grotesque a twisted burlesque
A gruesome Halloween all the cruelty that I′ve seen
Grotesque and we're all to blame
Grotesque we should hang our heads in shame