Right, is it right to take a life
For the taste of a mother or a child?
And do you think, don't you think
About the pain they face just to end up on a plate?
Can you taste the factory inside your chest?
It's not a drug or religion or the way you're dressed.
They could be dishonest, would you be impressed?
Can you deny, deny this?
You, if you didn't have a voice would that mean
That you were worth much less than me?
And don't you try, don't you try
To justify your lust for the blood of innocence
Can you taste the factory inside your chest?
It's not a drug or religion or the way you're dressed
They could be dishonest; would you be impressed?
Can you deny, deny this?
Ignorance is bliss, it always is
Ignorance is bliss, it always is
Ignorance is bliss, it always is
Ignorance is bliss, it always is
Ignorance is bliss, it always is
Ignorance is bliss, it always is
It always is
Can you taste the factory inside your chest?
It's not a drug or religion or the way you're dressed.
They could be dishonest, would you be impressed?
Can you deny, deny this?
Ignorance is bliss, it always is
Ignorance is bliss, it always is
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