Battery Humans - Amebix

Welcome to Cell Block 427, it’s 10 o’clock at night

Can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep?

And if you’re hungry, if you fancy a bite

The guards will be obliged to pick the fattest from the heap

They drag the body through the filth by a cruelly mutated arm

Up into the kitchen of the human factory farm

It tries to scream but can’t without a tongue

One more slaughtered in the kitchen of the human factory farm

Take your body, grease it well and rip the kidneys out

The sweat must be left on the skin, the throat allowed to bleed

Prepare a stuffing, smash the jaw and jam it down the throat

Then braise your beast for two hours for a healthy, filling treat

Back in Cell Block 427, the rest don’t care if he’s missing

Two beasts fuck frantically, fearful of their slaughter

One bloated specimen rolls off its mate and proceeds with pissing

The shit drips between his legs as he pisses on his rotting daughter