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In The Name Of Convenience

This song is by Contravene and appears on the EP Prison Sells (2003).

Over the hill there's a factory
With walls a mile high
And behind those walls lies a killing floor
Where thousands of animals die
So welcome to the factory farm
Where murder means production
It's the product of supply and demand
Supported by your consumption

And so you swallow the lies
And end their lives
But could you face this horror?
Could you stand and watch as the blade slides across their throat
Their body is hung upside down and they bleed to death before you?
Could you stand and watch as the bolt drives through their skull?
Watch them as they flail about and not have it affect you?
Could you stand and watch as they beat an animal to death?
A full sized axe smashed against its skull until there's nothing left
How the fuck can you stand and watch as a life becomes a product
Or as a child is ripped from its mother to become the next to receive this?

These are lives, not products
These are cows, not beef
These are pigs
Not pork
These are chickens, not poultry
These are calves, not veal
These are lives, not products
These are animals, just as we
And they deserve to be free
Not the voiceless victims of a murderous process
Where we claim superiority
It's up to every one of us to stop this murder
And it starts on an individual level
Let's make the choice to raise our voice
And not let up until they tear every last factory down!

From the moment of birth
Their hardships begin
They'll be wanted for their flesh, their eggs, their milk, their fur, their skin
They'll be chained into veal crates
Or cages stacked up high
And depending on their gender some are simply left to die
Fed a steady diet or rendered waste from their own kind.
They'll be injected with hormones and drugs to keep them all alive
Confined and forced to inhale the stench of growing piles of waste
Some will become violent and neurotic due to lack of space

And the animals raped for their eggs and milk- when their productive life is through
They'll be shipped off to slaughter in hopes that
They'll be consumed by me and you
Paraded through the slaughterhouse where they'll soon be known as meat
The stench of blood and entrails from the floor beneath their feet
They'll see the ones before them and
Hear their final cries of pain
Imagine the terror in their minds as they watch their families
Get slain

Their blood is cursing through your veins
Suffer their screams
Suffer their pain
Remove the blindfold from your eyes
You have no right to take their lives
Their blood is cursing through your veins
Suffer their screams
Suffer their pain
Remove the blindfold from your eyes
You have no right to take their lives

In the name of convenience they are victims of greed
Why support torture for a product you don't need?
Stop for a moment, look in their eyes
Watch what you are guilty of
Watch the way they die

Few of us know what it is to fight
When you've already struggled with all of your might
Few of us know what it is to fight
When it's a matter of death or a matter of life
Few of us know what it is to fight
Against neglect and abuse that is kept out of sight
Few of us know what it is to fight
When you have no defense against the blade of the knife

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