The slaughter is my fuel

you stare at me with fearful eyes

this horror seems to last forever

I'm doing my best

to save you all

hold on

hold on

Nothing I do seems to be enough

in the face of industrialized massacres

in each and every second

life is being destroyed

this machine gorges relentlessly

and swallows everything

hope, bodies, srcreams

and I can do so little do stop it

paralyzed by the fact

that my impact is tiny

compared to the supremacy

of the machine

my head aches

this makes me sick

When I'm sick I can't help

When I can't help I get insane

Nothing I do seems to be enough

I can't concentrate

It's hard to focus

seeing fearful faces all the time

If I had a wish for free

I would wish you all free

so you could live happily

far away from the human plague

I can't decide how to help you the best

it never seems to be enough

and I know that it's a matter of life and death

seconds pass, creatures die

This doesn't help at all

I need to end this self-torture

so I can help again

the idealistic perfectionist

has to sleep

to create space

for the pragmatic activist

You know

I do anything to save you

but I need some rest

I need some time

to recover

I shall not be pulled down by the machine

I adopt a new attitude to keep me sane:

the slaughter is my fuel

the more you kill

the more I grow

'til liberation

is done

For each drop of blood you spill

for each calf you steal

for each pig you kill

I gain energy

to increase my efforts

for animal liberation

I eat this violence and turn it into fuel