ItÂ’s not natural, normal or kind. The flesh you so
fancifully fry. The meat in your mouth as you savour
the flavour of murder. No, no, no It's murder.
Oh.. And who hears when animals cry?
fancifully fry. The meat in your mouth as you savour
the flavour of murder. No, no, no It's murder.
Oh.. And who hears when animals cry?