Tell me how you find nourishment in the horrors you can't face
There's reason why your stomach hurts when you think of them all cages
Your palate is built upon a lie you tell yourself
There's no reason to base your survival on the torture of someone else
If it's not in you to murder, if you can't look them in the eye as you take their life
How can you ignore the instincts in yourself to find another way?