The lives were taken
For feasts at the table
A life of misery

Ending with a shock

Brutal murder (brutal murder)

All hands to the slaughter
Mass torture
All hands to the knife


And I can hear the screams
With the knife, the jolt, the wring

They must follow in our dreams
Carrying a twisted sting


Children's stories with their farmyard favourites
At the table in a different disguise


Don't talk to me of health
Or something someone else will do
We're talking about the act

Of taking life for me and you
And I hear their screams