Une chanson vraiement hors-ligne avec un texte, que vous avais jamais entendu dans une chanson de rock. Une poule raconte plaignante dans une batterie, sa fatalité de vie indigne et prie à dieu, de finalement la sauver.
Cette chanson est suppléante pour toute la torture des animeaux qui arrive journellement et d'heure en heure sur ce monde.
Fear - all my life.
The next day comes and I might die,
before I had the chance to walk on a lawn,
to breathe fresh air, to see the sun.
Oh God! Whereever you are, whatever you are made of,
whenever you listen, whatever you do:
Please look at your poor creature, and let me die very soon.
It's the wrong world for me, it's the wrong world for me, for me.
Oh folks! Whenever you throw an egg away,
I pray that you remember it was made in a small cage.
You will never know, how I suffered to give you that,
But please always remember: I don't know about happiness.
Oh God! Whereever you are, whatever you are made of,
whenever you listen, whatever you do:
Please look at your poor creature, and let me die very soon.
It's the wrong world for me, it's the wrong world for me, for me.
My soul cries, my heart burns like hell.
Nourished by machines, and I cannot die.
Some centimeters space, my legs getting deformed,
I ask you all for mercy: Please end my awful days.
Oh God! Whereever you are, whatever you are made of,
whenever you listen, whatever you do:
Please look at your poor creature, and let me die very soon.
It's the wrong world for me, it's the wrong world for me, for me.
