HUMAN SPECIE
Thru the glass wall
I can see my offspring calling me
They took them away from me
To make them have a non-calling fate
Like me, I can see
They are wearing that itchy thing on their heads
They are mewing their desperation
Everytime the white animals
Do new testing
I'd like to go out (from the cage)
I can't suffer any longer (that kills me)
I'd rather die
To have their free tortures
I hear them say
I have to stand it to save the Human race
What is that specie
That impose torture without hesitating ?
The torturer hand
Sometimes, becomes the caressing hand
On my funerary down
Will they talk to me tenderly while brutalising me ?
I'd like to go out (from the cage)
I can't suffer any longer (that kills me)
I'd rather die
The pain they impose me
I was told
That outside we often live in their homes
We got tamed
Some of them even like us with passion.
I can't talk about it
I was born and raised to be an object
Release of superiority feeling
Of a specie that thinks to be the perfection outcome.
Will it keep on torturing until it'll prove it ?
FRENCH (Original Version)
Purgatorio Train ride Ce n'est pas une chanson d'amour Time to wake up Histoire enfantine There's no place like Home El triunfo de la Muerte
Une ronde de trop
