Grazing in grassy fields
Fattening up on oats and feed
Their minds are wandering
But they don't know what to think
Their eyes are opened wide
But they can't see a thing
One by one by one they go
Into the house of death and blood
Led blindly to their slaughter
As they follow the rest of the flock
To the butcher's block
Chopped up meat and ready to eat
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