Sick Butchers

Discussion dans 'Archive' créé par DestrOi!, 9 Mai 2007.

  1. DestrOi!

    DestrOi! Membre du forum Membre actif

    Mar 2005
    I used to graze in a field,
    I used to breathe - I used to be alive
    Did chew the grass in the field
    Could see and hear the world around me
    See and fear man around me
    Had a virgin skin but now sold in supermarkets
    Now studded blankets
    Used to hear the cars and the birds going by
    And the people going by, they were my destiny
    They were my reason, my purpose in this field
    For their plates their cold bodies their car seat covers
    My soul for your soles of shoes
    You may like my taste you may like my warmth
    It may say in the bible that you can kill me
    ...but I don’t want to die

    You try to stroke me in a field then go home
    And eat me as your meal