Stop the pain, stop the slaughter

Open your eyes to this senseless thing

Of the primate in the leather straps

With his guts on the table in the name of science

This can't go on any longer

Stop the pain, stop the slaughter

They inject the needle - it's a new food additive

They know it will cause internal haemorrhaging

But can the vomiting dog survive?

You call this progress

If this is progress - I wanna regress!

Don't get me wrong - I see the point in testing

We must make alternatives to this sadistic crusade

What would you think if we reverse the situation and you we're the subject on whom the tests we're performed?

The panic which you can't control overwhelms your rational thought

The white coats staring at you with the electrodes on your brain

The white coats stand above you smiling

Pinning back your eyelids, smiling

Shredding your existence