Dead Meat Lyrics - Dri

You don't see the blood 

You don't see the pain 

You don't see the bolt 

Going through their brain 

You don't smell the death 

You don't hear their cries 

You don't see the fear 

Flashing in their eyes 

You feed upon the meat of the weak 

The weak must die to satisfy 

The needs of the strong 

Their purpose in life 

Can't be to make you fat 

We've got to stop thinking like that! 

You don't see the blood 

You don't see the pain 

You don't see the bolt 

Going through their brain 

You don't smell the death 

You don't hear their cries 

You don't see the fear 

Flashing in their eyes 

They laugh as they sharpen their knives 

It's party time and something has to die 

The meek must die to stock you fridge 

And the full freezers of the bloody steak house 

You feed upon the meat of the weak 

The weak must die to satisfy 

The needs of the strong 

Their purpose in life 

Can't be to make you fat 

We've got to stop thinking like that! 

The sacrificial lamb 

Offered to a blood-thirsty god 

Throat cut, oceans of blood 

Let in guild and fear 

No more, all of your sins 

Have been paid for in prayer 

Knowing this, I'm sure we should honor 

No with death, but with life 

You don't see the blood 

You don't see the pain 

You don't see the bolt 

Going through their brain 

You don't smell the death 

You don't hear their cries 

You don't see the fear 

Flashing in their eyes 

Carnivores congregate to partake in 

The feeding, feasting on the flesh 

Civilized citizens gather 'round the table 

Ready for the sacrifice 

They laugh as they sharpen their knives 

It's party time and something has to die 

The meek must die to stock your fridge 

And the full freezers of the bloody steak house 

You feed upon the meat of the weak 

The weak must die to satisfy 

The needs of the strong 

Their purpose in life 

Can't be to make you fat 

We've got to stop thinking like that! 

[Lyrics: brecht]