Flesh Market
Willow Ryan
[Verse 1]
Bare faces
Born to work for their worth
No hesitation
What's human is meat
Fair wage
Every piece is for sale
What organ is worth
Trading for food
Cannibal nation
Controlled by hungry mouths to feed
Who are happy to eat what you have to offer
[Verse 2]
They start us young
Raised like swine
Born in the market
Collapse on their birthday
Sold for parts
Next day the toll is the same
Prices only rise
If you want to leave
You must kill, hurt, steal
[Verse 3]
The workers starve as they barter their flesh
The god is laughing
Raining scraps upon their heads
Abovе the cages managers patrol
Mеan eyes, sharp teeth
One day they'll fall