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The lives were taken
For feasts at the table
A life of misery
Ending with a shock
Brutal murder (brutal murder)
All hands to the slaughter
Mass torture
All hands to the knife
And i can hear the screams
With the knife, the jolt, the wring
They must follow in our dreams
Carrying a twisted sting
Children's stories with their farmyard favourites
At the table in a different disguise
Don't talk to me of health
Or something someone else will do
We're talking about the act
Of taking life for me and you
And i hear their screams
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