Inside the birdcage freedom is sung So loud that our freedom song can't be heard All the lives lost make no difference to us
The prayers of beasts locked inside the camp Are softly surrounded by the poison gas It's just like what the world feared of all those years ago The stories from 1940 to 1945
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Inside the bug cage the butterfly prays of freedom And our freedom prayers can't be heard All the lives lost make no difference to us
In a pet shop where life has a price tag
We pick up and hold the lonely cat to our chests It's like buying and selling a life for profit Oh, what's it called again? I'm too tired to remember the word
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Everybody has a different view of this world I just want to live in harmony There is no life that comes with a price into this world I just want to treasure everything
End of the world
One day I began to feel that dogs weren't locked up in chains So please let me ask you this: “What is the reason that you are free?”