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Forsaken Lives

11/8/2013

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We drove through this land of blackened barns 
Smoldering on the horizons 
And the murderous stench of death smoked our eyes 
As the houses stood slaughtering silence 

Oh factory, factory 
It will not close 
To bring unto the waiting world 
The foaming froth of tortured life 
Salted flesh and milky swirls 

These eyes don’t lie 
These are forsaken lives 

You turn your back 
You can hide your head 
You can claim ignorance and play mute 
But the horrors take place even with your back turned 
On your plate is served up the warm truth 

There is no disguising the certain slow death 
Exacted upon the downtrodden 
From corporate 
Dancing in the pools of the killing floor splashing 
As the money and the blood 
and the innocent come crashing down 

As they pick up their knives 
These are forsaken lives 

It’s no sacrifice to save a life 
You can savor the taste of choice 
Look into the eyes of those condemn to die 
Rise up and give them a voice 

These cries don’t lie 
These are forsaken lives 
These eyes don’t hide 
They are forsaken lives
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