Species To Pieces - Prestige

Poachers — hiding in the bushes

With riffles — the riffles are loaded

Sights — searching the aim

Find it — and the killing begins

Kill and kill again just for money

Man´s greed does it again

Life bleeds away, drifts to the ground

What is the point?

Innocent ape tries to escape

But the bullet is on its way

Poachers become boisterous

«This was bloody good day»

BUTCHERY, so raw and mean

But what you won´t do for money

Greedy pigs, they kill for fee

They are in it only for money

Tear the hands off and dry 'em well

Don´t forget the head

A tourist will get a nice new ashtray

Everlasting pet, already dead

Headless corpse stays behind

It doesn´t wave goodbye

Who has the right to take its life

Species to pieces, why?