Bred For The Knife by Redbait Lyrics

Bred for the knife on the factory farm
Taste tradition convenience
Don’t justify such harm
Torture rape and murder
Someone's life, she was someone’s mother


The blood in your mouth flesh in your face
Brains, bodies, tissue
Severed familial bonds
All gone to waste
Animals don't want to die

Bred for the knife
Blood on your hands

Commodified and voiceless with no way out

Bred for the knife
Blood on your hands
An individual is not a product

An entire sea of pig shit
Devastatеs the land
Hidden so you don't see it
Blood on your hands
Do you know how animals die

Killеd by complacency
Stolen for consumption

Bred for the knife
Blood on your hands

Commodified and voiceless with no way out

Bred for the knife
Blood on your hands

An individual not a product

Hundreds of thousands are unnecessarily slaughtered every day for what amounts to preference in taste. Choose to abstain from this injustice. An individual is not a product

Bred for the knife
Just eat something else
Not a conscious life
Bred for the knife
Commodified and voiceless with no way out
Bred for the knife there’s no way out
On the factory farm there is no way out