The palms of these folded hands… I can’t see the color of the wind anymore
I burn this trembling, frightened body to ashes
I don’t want to put my faith in anything
I don’t believe it anymore, cause I feel sad
If all you do is follow your memories, nothing will change
All the animals form a big noisy party
Come here, Mr. Pig! Ms. Bunny! Ms. Fox! Mr. Elephant!
Everyone’s having so much fun, shaking oom pah pah back and forth,
Going howdy with a boop boop boop on their tummies!
Mr. Cheetah won’t lose in a race!
Sprinting in order to leave the past behind, Don’t give a fxxk with me!
Disappearing into the gaps between my twisted image and despair
The cascading, reckless answers won’t be found
I can’t see the color of the wind anymore, but I once could, before… So scary!
「×)’!’%”(%”&”#」
…wait, what?
All the animals form a big noisy party
Come here, let Mr. Crocodile into your circle of friends
Everyone’s having so much fun, shaking oom pah pah,
Going howdy with a boop boop boop on their tummies!
Let Mr. Crocodile into your circle of friends
Let Mr. Crocodile into your circle of friends
They can’t share with each other… Their different categories as animals are a wall
Even fruit can never go back to how it used to be, once it dries out
All the animals form a big noisy party
Isn’t it time to let Mr. Crocodile into your circle of friends?
Everyone’s having so much fun, shaking oom pah pah back and forth,
Going howdy with a boop boop boop on their tummies!
Oh, this is getting really pitiful to watch
It’s making me see again how much that virtue, “compassion”, is worth
Just let Mr. Crocodile into your circle of friends…