The casket should have been closed it’s far past the time
We did not win the war they are still laughing in our faces
A profitable death trade thriving on extinction
This blood soaked irony is not lost on me
Have we failed the animals?
We’re still glamorizing the torture
Flaunting pain and suffering is en vogue
Dissection flatters their vanity
The fur trade is a stain on all of humanity
I won’t allow their struggle to be in vain
Keep the pressure on until it breaks
Pound the final nail.