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Baltimore falls asleep as terror bellows out 
Awaking those with compassion and the willingness to speak out 
The racoons and rats scurry, cuddling warmth beneath the sky 
And those that weren't so lucky, wait in cells with teary eyes 
The "doctor", self proclaimed, shifts the bar to the right 
Lifting out a helpless monkey, it's last glimpse of light 
The clamps are set, the screws are tight, the razor sharpened thin 
The monkey cries itself to sleep, (because no anethesia was put in) 
The "doctor" smiles happily thinking only of his paycheck 
And watches without vision as the monkey snaps it's neck 
He gazes to the cages where another monkey awaits 
To experience this "science" and the suffering it creates 
The vivisector smiles as he's finished his first kill 
But he's got 20 more to do, before he gets his fill 
He looks out the window at the homeless sleeping sound 
In their dumpsters in the alleys, the peace that they have found 
Now how do these compare, vivisection and the poor 
If our taxes were used to help people, the homeless may be no more 
Instead it's spent on machines to tackle precious life 
To cut them up and posion them, to bring about pain and strife 
Now he lifts another life out of it's dirty cage 
And straps it to the machine, that soon will fill with rage 
He cleans the blood off the table, as his assistant walks in 
His face is growing tired, as his mind is growing thin 
He only knows to do his job, and do it very well 
While in the other room, so many secrets are to tell 
The monkey's screech and holler, but to unopened ears 
The man speaks to his assistant, mocking the monkey's tears 
It's harnessed to the death trap which cuts into it's head 
And the "doctor" watches it puke, because it has not been fed 
The moring comes and it's not long before the "doctor" hangs up his coat 
But the monkey's aren't so lucky, as another "doctor" clears his throat 
He calls to the first "doctor" who's exiting the room 
"take good care, see you tomorrow at noon" 
He exits the building, walking out of the horror 
Where the homeless men awake to see him entering his car 
He faintly hears the chanting of a protest gaining motion 
(this song is not done yet)