There's aplace that's neatly tucked away beyond
the other side A place In which you'd never dream
there would be a need to hide For the building is
surrounded by pastures pure and green The Image
hides reality, and the distance kills the scream
That comes from inside is never exposed to be
fair, for the place Is packed with scientists who
show how much they care The guard stands bravely
at the gates, guard dog by his side The same breed
of animal Is butchered Inside What a fucking waste
of money, what a fucking waste of time What a
waste of human knowledge, what a fucking way to
die Human freedom, animal rights, it's one
struggle, one fight There ain;t no fucking truth
In the Inspectors files As he walks down the death
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/Extcorridors, he covers his sighs with smiles He sees
the pain and agony but remembering his position
He's got his place, another face, but he just
ain't paid to question He thinks it's rather funny
that he's earning loads of money His eyes are
forced aside as out comes another trolley Another
tray of corpses, more unlabeled, more unmentioned
It's no good asking why? Why? because they never
fucking listen, so liberate Animal testing to
detect thalidomide Torturing, killing, but there's
loads more things to try The suffering,the
pain,that excruciating pain, it all goes over and
over again This fucking witchcraft won't solve
anything, the same experiments, OVER AND OVER
AGAIN