Beasts of Burden
Creatures dyin'
Vultures flyin'
Some birds singin'
Hyenas laughin'
Aging horses
Who gave all it had to give
Beasts of burden
Who work for their right to live
These creatures live not wanting more
In nature's paradise
But the shape of man meant sudden death
His mind's confused with lies
No true home has he
Flays off this society
Hiding of fear
Pretending he doesn't see
Feelings he hides
While other beings die
The poison that he breathes
'Cause his heart is lost
To a false torturous game
Insisting that he believes
A child of the truth
Polluted by lying words
Too young to choose
Life's mine, he's forced to lose
Castrated horses
Chickens and cows
A help to suit demands
Their time will be used
Their lives abused
By the pleasure seeking man
And true man must go
To make room for the madman's home
Your village is burnt
That fool deepest word to learn
From man's mistakes, all creatures must die
He thinks he is the chosen one
Their innocent lives are tortured or killed
By the fool, who needed it done
But the animals know
The devil, his face has shown
Too late to turn back
The sickness is overgrown
Vultures flyin'
Some birds singin'
Hyenas laughin'
Aging horses
Who gave all it had to give
Beasts of burden
Who work for their right to live
These creatures live not wanting more
In nature's paradise
But the shape of man meant sudden death
His mind's confused with lies
No true home has he
Flays off this society
Hiding of fear
Pretending he doesn't see
Feelings he hides
While other beings die
The poison that he breathes
'Cause his heart is lost
To a false torturous game
Insisting that he believes
A child of the truth
Polluted by lying words
Too young to choose
Life's mine, he's forced to lose
Castrated horses
Chickens and cows
A help to suit demands
Their time will be used
Their lives abused
By the pleasure seeking man
And true man must go
To make room for the madman's home
Your village is burnt
That fool deepest word to learn
From man's mistakes, all creatures must die
He thinks he is the chosen one
Their innocent lives are tortured or killed
By the fool, who needed it done
But the animals know
The devil, his face has shown
Too late to turn back
The sickness is overgrown
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Alan Green, Nigel Jerome Edwin Watson
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