Slit and pluck,
Their throats and feathers, as they scream and cluck,
Toss the bag of plastic in the jungle, our greatest fumble,
It’s easy to let it go, when you’re on top of the food chain,
So how about this, let’s play a brain game

This one's called flipside,
Putting ourselves in the place of animals and birds, the difficulties will not even begin to subside
Gills choked up with engine oil, whole colonies stuck in fishing nets,
Be filled with their turmoil, I see you’re finally beginning to fret

Your friends at one point are now completely extinct, and those that remain are conserved away in the cage of humanity,
Shot dead for a tusk, a horn and a hide,
The flipside is not exactly a point of serenity,
Backs breaking, as the brittle bones crack under the weights of tourists, an unforgettable ride

That’s the end of the flipside,
You don’t need to shed a tear, give sympathy or cry
Just let the animals run free, let the birds fly,
Protect the environment, clean the lands and vow to never pollute the skies.