Parasitic intergalactic savages Land here in 2033 Having destroyed three planets before The star force came to feed I saw my brother devoured A river of blood when they tore off his head But now they've organized a system for harvesting human flesh
Plug me into the feeding machine Ten in a pen pressed against me Cut out my tongue so that I can't scream There's meat, there's meat on me Antibiotics keep me alive Now that everyone I love has died Hang me up and strip me clean There's meat, there's meat on me
You've heard stories about the free ones The few who escape the aliens' grip Living underground in sewer cities In the damp and dark they resist But I don't know if I believe it When they caught me, there weren't many left And they force us to breed in here I just hope they kill me quick
Plug me into the feeding machine Ten in a pen pressed against me Cut out my tongue so that I can't scream There's meat, there's meat on me Antibiotics keep me alive Now that everyone I love has died Hang me up and strip me clean There's meat, there's meat on me
They grind up the sick to maximize efficiency And mulch them back into our feed for optimal delivery I hear the slaughterhouse screams Out on the killing floor And I hope they taste my adrenaline Soak up my pus-filled sores
Plug me into the feeding machine Ten in a pen pressed against me Cut out my tongue so that I can't scream There's meat, there's meat on me Wrap me up in cellophane Labeled "organic", label me "grade A" My tendon is caught between your teeth There's meat, there's meat on me
There's meat, there's meat on me There's meat, there's meat on me There's meat, there's meat on me There's meat, there's meat on me
Compositor: Titanic Sinclair; Simon Wilcox & Poppy