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Beware the young bastard that was birthed here by sin,
The silver haired boy beneath large piles of bricks...

Beware, beware, the young boy named Cage.
Beware, beware, he can't feel a thing.

He sits there chained down and we won't let him leave,
You see young boys are supposed to be smiling,
Running around town 'till their legs tire from running...
Not telling lies to cover for others,
Not telling lies to clean all their actions.

He asks food and mercy, but we won't let him leave,
He asks food and mercy, but his arms drip with blood.

And the piles of bricks are heavy, but you'll be fine, young man,
Yes, the piles of bricks are heavy, but you're supposed to be numb.

So sit there in silence, quit pretending to cry,
Sit there in silence, those tears are not real, 
Yes, sit there in silence, your mother can't see you,
Sit there in silence, she's not here to save you.

And it was quite frankly funny, when he started to cry,
And it was quite frankly funny, when he asked for his mom.

Pierce and Stab, Cage, why are you crying?
Pierce and Stab, Cage, we can all see through your silver-laced mask...

Beware, beware, the young boy named Cage,
Beware, beware, we know he can't feel...

...And then came the hour when the young boy was heard,
Then came the hour when his scream was too loud,
Too loud to be fake, too loud to mistake
For some sick staged performance but by then it was too late.

And the silence was piercing when we all learned the truth,
And the sun was now glaring once the lies were dissolved.

You see, the boy wasn't lying as he said that our town-world was small,
And he wasn't quite lying as he said that it all felt too much.

You see, he was caged for too long to not learn to crawl
And roll up in a ball, 
To swell up, explode once there was nothing to hold.

Young boys are meant to smile among beaches,
Maybe cry a few times before the others can see them...
Not being caged up to please other people,
Not being caged up to make them feel better.
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