Fukai Mori
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
End of the world
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
End of the world
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?
