It wasn't important what they felt Absolutely lost, unconscious, helpless They were to die to satisfy the hunger And emptiness in a butcher's mind Slaughtered one by one Feeling horrible pain They know the sorrow and despair was their destiny But the truth is like broken hope They die for nothing Being cut, gutted, destroyed Their rotting feelings-with no hope Nothing matters now When being cut like weeds They fall down into their predecessor's blood And then others paralyzed by fear They perish like a weak race that was k**ed To stop inducing parasitic hazard But the truth.........