[originally by Ripcord and Heresy]
Farmed in millions
For whims of fashion
a glossy image
With no compassion
Fur is murder
Parade around like
You've just walked off the set of cellas
Fur is murder
So shove it up your arse
40 dumb animals to make a fur coat
But only one to wear it
Whether it's gas or strangled, trapped
Or snared, or eloctrocuted
Out through the blackness
I look upon the earth
Smothered in decay
A waste of neture's birth
Engulfed in misery
Left to rot in time
Myths of eternity
Graves in our minds
Genocide Genocide
A million hearts bled and died
Lost in twisted time
Back into the fire
Darkness claims more victims
Thrown upon the pyre
Rivers of blood flow
Man's the victor yet again
His stagnant futile dreams
Trapped in the realms of pain
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
