Letra de Private property

Human celebration: animal tragedy.
Seated at a scavanger table.
Happiness; nothing to celebrate.
A food orgy of corpses.

If they raise your salary,
you celebrate it with death.
If you marry, the banquet
justifies their fate.
You fall in love, Christmas,
dinner at work...
No matter the reason: death and more death.

And we see them as
productive life, and private property.

Nerve tissue, ripped.
Pieces of muscles, torn.
Consuming freedom and suffering.
A piece of meat: a cry.

Because you love her
you give her someone´s skin.
And the perfume that captivates you
was experimented in open wounds.

Why don´t you know? Why not?
Your shoes left bloody footprints.
And the red lipstick on your lips
caused another painful colour red before.

Justifying social wages,
under the ecuse of curing the different
anxiety, experimental evidence
they are not equal.

Today you have some free time
teach your children to have fun
with those animals humiliated, imprisoned,
all his life in a circus convicted;
or popular culture, traditions
through bodies with sharp irons,
applause and smiles to collapse,
vomiting blood, blood ...

Then, without thinking,
eat fish suffocated,
crustaceans scalded,
prize eggs for life
liberated by knives
when productivity has fallen,
and milk from a different mammal
her baby could drink
because ... He´s dead.

They´re all are privately owned
since the beginning of their life
until nothing is left.

Sexism, racism, fascism and speciesism
prejudices are based on equal:
dominance, superiority,
the selfishness of whats mine.