Peeling the fractured paint off the walls Scratching beneath the surface It doesn't take much to see The lives that aren't free Sunken and broken Bloodied and torn Slain for token Before they're born When life becomes profit Their death is never humane Hung by their ankles Forced to watch their Blood drain No longer, can we turn A blind eye, to this torment Take the second chance Sunken so far into the soil Consumed by an Earth that didn't Deserve our mark Echoed shrieks Forever hold this fragile world When life becomes profit Their death is for what? Echoed shrieks Forever... this fragile world When life becomes profit Their death is for what?