There's aplace that's neatly tucked away beyond the other side

A place In which you'd never dream there would be a need to hide

For the building is surrounded by pastures pure and green

The Image hides reality, and the distance kills the scream

That comes from inside is never exposed to be fair, for the place Is packed

with scientists who show how much they care

The guard stands bravely at the gates, guard dog by his side

The same breed of animal Is butchered Inside

What a fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time

What a waste of human knowledge, what a fucking way to die

Human freedom, animal rights, it's one struggle, one fight

There ain;t no fucking truth In the Inspectors files

As he walks down the death corridors, he covers his sighs with smiles

He sees the pain and agony but remembering his position

He's got his place, another face, but he just ain't paid to question

He thinks it's rather funny that he's earning loads of money

His eyes are forced aside as out comes another trolley

Another tray of corpses, more unlabeled, more unmentioned

It's no good asking why? Why? because they never fucking listen, so liberate

Animal testing to detect thalidomide

Torturing, killing, but there's loads more things to try

The suffering,the pain,that excruciating pain, it all goes over and over again

This fucking witchcraft won't solve anything, the same experiments,

OVER AND OVER AGAIN