They really don't have a clue, like animals in a zoo
They suck they eat they screw, just like me and you
And in that den of depravity is an order of inequity
not the the dreams I've come to see.

I hate to point the finger at thee as my hand is the tool of cruelty
But hey! I sing not to my ears alone for you chose to be in this space
So let me make it clear to you I make no excuse for my disgrace
Listen up and clean your ears and hear this face to face

To be in control you demand or ask for this and that from all you meet
No wonder some dumb creatures get taken for their meat,
That pink warm flesh, that mother's breast
All for their good I hear you jest.

Without the assets you so desperately crave would you even bother with them
And when their flesh drops low, to pastures new you shall go, again
For grace is not a thing you want, not earth, nor water, wind nor sun
For looking around you see not the night but stars that ever tease with light.

You have no right to offend but the power, for which you need not defend.
So take your plight to other shores where you may find a band of whores
Gather the flesh with all your might until it's mine it's not my fight
Though I've little attachment to my kin, I'm rather partial to my skin.

So come my friend, if you would be, and turn your gaze to eternity
Where grace abounds beyond your windswept dreams and fain
But 'tis your choice it's not your fate,
Though your freedom may be forever late.
like rain it may yet fall again.