歌詞: Gather. Dollar Signs To The Industry.

You brought the myth that they're put here for us / Now see the hell that results from this / Treated so callously as if machines / Objects, mere dollar signs to the industry / Beaten on the head, stunned but not dead / Nose bleeding, confused, so trusting / Chocking under your foot, you hear it gasp for air / Life draining under your weight, struggling, and you don't even care / I watched you rip the skin right off of her body / Still alive, no where to hide, she can't express the fucking pain inside / Others are born into a cage, just to die by the blade / Their short lives in between pure suffering / No pain killers are used while enduring body mutilations / Most are neurotic due to lack of stimulation / Unable to turn around or spread a wing, unable to breathe fresh air, and they'll never be free / I watched you take her baby away, product of her annual rape / He'll be tortued just like her, until they're both murdered / No one to give them comfort, no one to make them feel loved / No happy ending for them, no one mourns her when they're gone / We'll never get to know her personality / Just another number, dead for your greed / Selfishness / Ignorance / Decides the fate of the innocent