Good kids spinning in cages
About us, about violence, about our declared wars
How beautiful our souls are
Yet we, cruel men
We clip their wings, we wring their necks
How our souls have suffered
From being our prisoners
Bubble kids, confined, ridiculous
What men do to them
That caught in our nets, our souls would suffocate
How beautiful our souls are
But men meddle
In their nets voices we don't hear
How beautiful our souls are
Do men remember
Do men remember
Do we have to be that deaf
To envy being human?