Вершы: Pulling Teeth. Martyr Immortal. Dead Is Dead.

From forest to desert, a land of stress
we kill for what we do not need
yet still we justify
i see no reason for all this death
not needed to survive
from forest to desert, a land of stress
cats, dogs, cows, pigs - dead is dead
you gorge on the chemicals they're being fed
satisfied with your selfishness
dead is dead is dead