Behind The Fur

If in the beginning was the word
Why can’t I see anything but animals?
I’ve seen enough of this world
Must we squeal or must we growl?
Must we squeal or must we growl?

Behind the fur and feathers hide some dangerous beasts
That will kill and betray for a role in life’s senseless play
Forget your faith, snakes all eat apples, pretend to be eve
We ain’t a specie we are a fucking plague

Capital has lead to insanity, we’re the eighth sin
Cash flows in our veins, we are the eighth sin
Scam and scam again until lions become hyenas
Who wants to wear the crown when shylocks reign us
When shylocks reign on us

And even you artists of the world, you’ve sold your marginality
You’ve turned the pleasure of rebellion in a marketing strategy
Here you are puffing around, feeding the bovine majority
As the soldiers of this industry