Welcome to the killing floor
A sick disturbed place
Were the blood flows
Instant stunning
Screams and bloody gore
Into the blood pit
If we could hear their tortured screams
And see them fight for every ounce of their life If we would
Clean the blood from the factory floor
Would you
Could You
Feast on the corpses
If the slaughterhouse had glass walls
Could we not see that this is wrong
Would we ignore the fear when waiting in line
As they realize their impending fate
If we would clean the blood from the factory floor
Would you
Could you
Feast on the corpses
Every twelve second
Industrialized killing
Hidden in plain sight
Welcome to the killing floor
A sick disturbed place
Were the blood flows
Instant stunning
Screams and bloody gore
Into the blood pit
Every twelve second
Industrialized killing
Hidden in plain sight
Killing floor abattoir
Seas of blood
Every twelve second