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Sick bodies do not profit

Dead or alive only occupy space

I was a test, an experience

I died of fear, in place of fear

Rip rib rip instead of pain!

Rip rip rip instead of fear!

There was a slaughterhouse

My friends shouted while they were beaten!

There was a slaughterhouse

My friends had their eyes plucked.

We died and were — kept to feed the rats

We died and were — kept to feed the….

The smell of the rotten

Numbing that hole of wicked freaks

The disease is the lack of reasons to try to live

I died here i — I died here I died — ah!

The noises sounded like spirits seeking

A light a salvation

But it was just the joy of hungry

Rats over our rotten flesh

I was diagnosed, I was chained and tied

I was poisoned, I was deceived and killed