Born in a cage, a slave of man, —
The stench of urine in the air —
Mutilated commodities
Waiting for the slaughter.
See her walk upon the lifeless
Carcasses of her ill-fated kin
On broken and infected talons,
Her beak cut short.
Hear him wailing and shrieking.
First they took his manhood,
Then his tail, and now, for good measure,
His teeth are filed down.
The human wears earprotection,
It's only humane, of course.
Some antibiotics and he's
Ready for the final ride.
We are the masters that drive the whip —
With every purchase it cracks —
And they the subjugated slaves, born to die;
And we cannot even bear to look at them.
This album is an absolute banger. The riffs are especially groovy this time, the vocals are amazing, and the overall thing is supercatchy. If I'd have to list one downside, it's that the mix is so bass-heavy that the sound only truely comes into it's right when listened on good headphones or extremely good speakers. On anything less it can sound like the bass drowns the rest of the music out. 9/10 Buzzario