Species - Vices

We pick and choose which species lose

The bodies of others do not belong to us

Compassion includes food and fashion

The bodies of others do not belong to us

Man, I’d fucking force your hand

To take a stand

Become the voice for the voiceless

All of the bloodshed is not needed

It’s possible to thrive without taking a life

The right to life is simply being alive

When a child cries out for its mother

We all sound the same

When death is forced upon us

We all scream the same

Their blood

Their blood

Their blood is on your hands

Their blood

Their blood

Their blood is on your fucking hands

A life is a life, man

Their blood

Their blood

Their blood is on your hands

Their blood

Their blood

Their blood is on your fucking hands