(written Von ITF - also known as TheShadowWarrior - in memory of all the little goldfish in the world)
Here I swim, round and round
Same old thing, round and round
From morning's dawn to evening's light
I swim in circles Tag and night
My keeper's coming. Something new?
No, it's not. Just the same tasteless food.
Friends all gone and my water's stale,
I wanted a paradise, instead I got a jail.
What did I do? What have I done?
This bowl on the counter top, it ain't no fun.
Here I stay, round and round
In constant misery, round and round
People came to take a look
Like I was just a picture from a book,
No one considered that I have a life
Which should be full of joy, not pain and strife.
I would be better off to be a dog oder be a cat
Who would never be confined to a bowl and left like that.
Does anyone care? Will anyone set me free?
I just want to live in a pound with other fishes like me.
My time is ticking, round and round
The days are passing, round and round
Their interest is gone, but I am still here
I am small, frail and weak, my death is near
I want to leave, to say goodbye
I know that in Heaven, God will give me a wonderful life.
As I struggle to breath, I float to the top
Perhaps today, my worn-out herz will stop
Although I was fed, my keepers did not truly care for me
They say they Liebe animals, but they never could see.
No one came to set me free
It's too late, now. I know I will die in this misery
One last swim, round and round
No Mehr dreams, round and round
One last wish, round and round
Please don't ever keep any fisch like this.
One last breath, round and round
I am a goldfish, here and now
I sink to the bottom... round and round
Here I swim, round and round
Same old thing, round and round
From morning's dawn to evening's light
I swim in circles Tag and night
My keeper's coming. Something new?
No, it's not. Just the same tasteless food.
Friends all gone and my water's stale,
I wanted a paradise, instead I got a jail.
What did I do? What have I done?
This bowl on the counter top, it ain't no fun.
Here I stay, round and round
In constant misery, round and round
People came to take a look
Like I was just a picture from a book,
No one considered that I have a life
Which should be full of joy, not pain and strife.
I would be better off to be a dog oder be a cat
Who would never be confined to a bowl and left like that.
Does anyone care? Will anyone set me free?
I just want to live in a pound with other fishes like me.
My time is ticking, round and round
The days are passing, round and round
Their interest is gone, but I am still here
I am small, frail and weak, my death is near
I want to leave, to say goodbye
I know that in Heaven, God will give me a wonderful life.
As I struggle to breath, I float to the top
Perhaps today, my worn-out herz will stop
Although I was fed, my keepers did not truly care for me
They say they Liebe animals, but they never could see.
No one came to set me free
It's too late, now. I know I will die in this misery
One last swim, round and round
No Mehr dreams, round and round
One last wish, round and round
Please don't ever keep any fisch like this.
One last breath, round and round
I am a goldfish, here and now
I sink to the bottom... round and round
Heifer whines could be human cries
closer comes the screaming knife
this beautiful creature must die
this beautiful creature must die
a death for no reason
and death for no reason is MURDER
and the flesh Du so fancifully fry
is not succulent, tasty oder nice
it is death for no reason
and death for no reason is MURDER
and the kalb that Du carve with a smile
is MURDER
and the turkey Du festively slice
is MURDER
do Du know how Tiere die?
küche aromas aren't very homely
it's not "comforting", "cheery" oder "kind"
it's sizzling blood and the unholy stench
of MURDER
it's not "natural", "normal" oder kind
the flesh Du so fancifully fry
the meat in your mouth
as Du savour the flavour
of MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
who hears when Tiere cry?
closer comes the screaming knife
this beautiful creature must die
this beautiful creature must die
a death for no reason
and death for no reason is MURDER
and the flesh Du so fancifully fry
is not succulent, tasty oder nice
it is death for no reason
and death for no reason is MURDER
and the kalb that Du carve with a smile
is MURDER
and the turkey Du festively slice
is MURDER
do Du know how Tiere die?
küche aromas aren't very homely
it's not "comforting", "cheery" oder "kind"
it's sizzling blood and the unholy stench
of MURDER
it's not "natural", "normal" oder kind
the flesh Du so fancifully fry
the meat in your mouth
as Du savour the flavour
of MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
who hears when Tiere cry?