I'm a Silver Fox

[kamirakara]

Above ground, but buried
I'm biting my nails until I bleed
Trapped in a cage of steel
Let me out, let me feel

Vanity will be the death of me
Only when I pass I will be free
Nothing but a product of consumption
Who will stand with me in objection?

Euthanize me, before I'm skinned alive
I chew my hands, I will never survive
I'm not alone, what we produce appeal
I beg you, let me out, let me feel

I'm sore, I'm aching
Amputated, bones breaking

I'm a silver fox

Ooh, I like the edit. You upped the urgency, I think. I'm afraid I didn't understand the line "I'm not alone, what we produce appeal"... something must be lost in translation.

Well, I can at least try to explain... Silver foxes are locked in cages, row after row filled with innocent lives, trapped because somebody wants their fur. I think that also symbolizes the lives of many people today...