Coffins in windowless rooms
Red sores and broken wounds
Your screams and scratches how they haunt me
As much as the thought that you're gone you're gone
Breaking law
Unjust laws
To capture truth
Inhumane
Inhumane we all feel pain
Broken feet and bald patches
Huddled close in this cold
Distressed tweets and bleeding wings
To you we have a monsters face
Breaking law
Unjust laws
To capture truth
Inhumane
Inhumane we all feel pain
From skin to fur
From beak to snout
We hear you
We see you
We're not free
Till you're free