It wasn't important what they felt

Absolutely lost, unconscious, helpless

They were to die to satisfy the hunger

And emptiness in a butcher's mind



Slaughtered one by one

Feeling horrible pain

They know the sorrow and despair was their destiny

But the truth is like broken hope

They die for nothing

Being cut, gutted, destroyed

Their rotting feelings-with no hope

Nothing matters now

When being cut like weeds

They fall down into their predecessor's blood



And then others paralyzed by fear

They perish like a weak race that was killed

To stop inducing parasitic hazard

But the truth.........