At the rubbish dump in the early morn
The black birds that survive off those scraps live there
And from there they keep watching us
With the conviction that they live within a sorrowful world
Without any change in your facial expression, you wring their necks
Alas, from within the very depths of their black eyes they can see that they are surrounded by enemies on all sides
Whether they cry or laugh, even that will be unknown to you
They embrace this loneliness, and sorrow turns their bodies pitch black!!
One of these days, these wings will turn from black to white
That they were devils within, and angels on the surface
The ones who came up with this were all of you!!