Bellimals

At the dawn of every day the last of their kind

have to drag themselves to the mighty bells

With nearly no strength left they start to play

the melody, which is their breath of life

They hate all cigarettes cause they die from smoke

and they can kill one hundred rats with a single stroke

They throw salt in the oceans and paint the sky blue

They trigger our emotions and they crumble at first view

They remove all plaques from every blood vessel

but mending the earth's cracks is where they excel

And they hope to hear the bells one more time

The melody of the bells refills their strength

which they lost from fulfilling their task

If they want to, their life is without an end

if they decide to do a little less

They hate all cigarettes cause they die from smoke

and they can kill one hundred rats with a single stroke

They throw salt in the oceans and paint the sky blue

They trigger our emotions and they crumble at first view

They remove all plaques from every blood vessel

but mending the earth's cracks is where they excel

And they hope to hear the bells one more time

Their number is always the same, so that for every death

one of them grows from the soil

It may seem that laziness yields a reward

but if the world gets out of joint

then they've sealed their fate

They hate all cigarettes cause they die from smoke

and they can kill one hundred rats with a single stroke

They throw salt in the oceans and paint the sky blue

They trigger our emotions and they crumble at first view

They remove all plaques from every blood vessel

but mending the earth's cracks is where they excel

And they hope to hear the bells one more time