Battery humans

Welcome to cell block 427 it's 10 o'clock at night
can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep
and if you're hungry, if you fancy a bite
the guards will be obliged to pick the fattest from the heap
They drag the body through the filth by a cruelly mutated arm
up into the kitchen of the human factory farm
it tries to scream but can't without a tongue
one more slaughtered in the kitchen of the human factory farm
[recipe:]
take your body, grease it well and rip the kidneys out
the sweat must be left on the skin, the throat allowed to bleed
prepare a stuffing, smash the jaw and jam it down the throat
then braise your beast for two hours for a healthy, filling treat
Back in cell block 427 the rest don't care if he's missing
two beasts f*** frantically, fearful of their slaughter
one bloated specimen rolls off its mate and proceeds with pissing
the shit drips between his legs as he pisses on his rotting daughter