Nailing Descartes To The Wall / (Liquid) Meat Is Still Murder - Propagandhi

I speak outside what is recognized as the border between «reason» and «insanity»

But I consider it a measure of my humanity

To be written off by the living graves of a billion murdered lives

And I’m not ashamed of my

Recurring dreams about me and a gun and a different species

Of carnage strewn about the stockyards, the factories and farms

Still I know as well as anyone that it does less good than harm

To be this honest with a conscience eased by lies

But you cannot deny that

Meat is still murder

Dairy is still rape

And I’m still as stupid as anyone, but I know my mistakes

I have recognized one form of oppression

Now I recognize the rest

And life’s too short to make others' shorter