Animals - A. G. Cook

We sit by the side

And observe all the animals

I try not to laugh

'Cause I know it’s the end of us

I fry from the heat

But the sun isn’t killing me

We run from our death

When we come are we really free?

(Ahh-ahh-ahh)

Primal rage

Life is a cage

It’s nothing

I can live (Ahh-ahh-ahh)

You sit in your throne

You decide, «Off with his head»

She kneels at your feet

She feels cold, «Something more to eat?»

Queen dies in her sleep

There’s no time, king must not weep

We look at our phone

Every morning, battery is dead

Battery is dead

Battery is dead

Kiss the sky

Tear in your eye

It’s nothing

That I can live without

Live without