I just can’t take no more
I gotta get out of this place
Cause the things I’ve seen
Have broken my heart
Made me feel ashamed,
Just to be a part of this human race.

If you could see their eyes while they were dying,
If you could hear their cries while they were dying,
Would you still put them on your dinner table my friend?
If you held the knife while they were dying,
And if it was you who did the killing,
Would it be different,
Cause there’s no difference
In the end.

The blood is on your hands,
The blood is on your hands,
If you don’t make a change,
If you don’t take a stand,
The blood is on your hands

Oh my brother could you take sometime
It would mean a lot to me,
And oh my sister would you make sometime
There’s something you have to see
It's a little hard to swallow but the truth will set you free

If you felt the pain with every bite you took,
And if you caught a glimpse with every bite you took,
Of all the misery and the suffering,
Just to feed your selfish craving, would you still swallow?

If you look the other way when they’re crying out in pain,
If you wear fur, if you wear leather,
If you eat meat, the blood is on your hands.
Just because you have the might,
It doesn’t give you the right

And just because you have more brains,
It doesn’t mean they feel less pain,
And if you choose to remain ignorant,
The blood is on your hands