how and long your time is spent
You'll never guess what would've happened
your family stripped from you and your land forgotten
You'll never guess who I am
and that okay, I'd rather stay hidden
As far as you know, I'll be a lamb
Stocked on your selves and forgotten in your freezer
For you, I have no eyes and no real meaning to your being
I am the food in your stomach and always being made easier
If there was a choice given to me I would take the road to fleeing
But instead I'll stay trapped with the trigger waiting.
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