Deathamphetamine - Domestic Human

Feeding time! It’s enough to make me throw up, to think about, Butchered! Frozen! 
Animals! Struggling at their last in factories of death they wind up: deep fried, devoured! 
Why then does my mouth continue watering? I’m slobbering even as I think about our awful way of life! 

How do we so easily avert our eyes? We cannot stand the sight of it. 
Perhaps the guilt would drive us mad, but there is something more! 
Maybe we don’t see the problem because we can’t see what we don’t understand. 
Capacity for self reflection is the next to go! 

Beat down: the nature that surrounds us. To pave the way for progress we destroy with brute force. 
That which will sustain the human race is ground up every second, turned into disposables, consumed more and more. 
We poison the 3rd world even faster, so we all can have our constant entertainment items blasting out the world around us. 
Consumption and media keep us all at bay like fences around cattle, shepherding the masses, and I just go along with it. 

Reinforced behaviors and our fear, have transformed us, mutated us into another species. Under complete control, the next step in enslavement: Domesticated Man. 

These unnatural conditions, which allowed us to survive, have made us act more 
e-ffic-ient-ly. 
Efficiency like a factory farm overflowing with feces, efficiency like animal labor, but you’re behind the yoke. 
You’re the butt of the joke that is always being pulled by the privileged few. Keep reaching for that golden ring hanging there in front of you. 

Now we try to not so quickly look away at what we are, but there is so much left that we don’t understand. We cannot start to comprehend the final form of human kind, or the fate of the world, so what can we hold onto to just to slow it down? Domesticated humankind: our evolution’s end is near.