歌词
All grown up into butchers
But feeding us is not your goal
Compound packed to the brim with victims
May Celestia save your soul
Lack of bravery
Fill cages with life
Innocent, confused
Suffering, diseased
Eyes filled with sadness and frozen tears
Rotting bones beneath their flawless pelt
Exist within a den of seclusion
Please let us out, let us out
But what of your own pelages?
You harvest flesh but wish to stay intact
You've both played god
But there is no god at the heart of revenge
Where did you think this came from?
How did you think this got here?
All chopped up into pieces
But feeding us is not your fate
Casket packed to full with two victims
While Celestia turns the other way