See their faces in their cages and their pens and crowded spaces They can barely breathe in Why do this? What's the reason for this misery? It's open season on the animals of the world tonight Everyday for the rest of our lives And I ask why? I don't understand We claim everything that we come in contact with The skies are ours, the ocean floor Every living thing except for the human race Please someone tell me what makes us think we're all so great We know that there's a way that we can eliminate the pain 'Cause I don't even really care if they want to criticize me I won't be part of this (anymore) It seems like we're all just slaves to our insatiable tastes and apetites, but we're better than the other animals, right? So let's ignore all the torture we impose and pretend that everything is okay You've got your belly full and I've got mine I won't be part of this 'Cause now I understand the underlying truths We take part in the fueling of the machine That churns out the suffering For the sake of our convenience Is this right?