Les Discrets Prédateurs song lyrics

You see, I heard the screams of my dying father,

as his body was ravaged by the cancer that killed him

And I realized…I had heard those screams before.

In the slaughterhouse, their eyes stabbed out and their tendons slashed,

on the cattle ships to the Middle East

and the dying mother whale as a harpoon explodes in her brain

as she calls out to her calf.

Their cries…were the cries of my father.

I discovered when we suffer, we suffer as equals.

And in their capacity to suffer, a dog is pig, is a bear….is a boy.