My Cage In Your Prison Earth
Hiding in my cage, hiding shape and hiding form
Waiting breathlessly for the onslaught of the storm
Any hopeful light is a handicapped hell hostage
Ruffling the silk feathers of your timid weak plans
You are torn from the safety of your shell
The remains are rancid with a tinge of morbid cells
Gone rogue off the grid, a sudden mutation
No one saw it coming to destroy our generation
The struggle won't let us leave an offering to our future
Slim chances of survival, like being left to die.
How the hell did I manage to fall down here
Time eats everyone and time never feeds the fear
Marching on commanded by the seconds that become sand
I can't help but embrace wonder guided by universal hands
I can't help you discover what you seek
You'll find your stolen treasure in a riddle of tongue and cheek
No one said this ride was easy I'm becoming old but not obsolete
Finding self loathing comfort in my blinding rage
A book forged from hatred, blood spilled on every page
Everything I've ever done, good or bad it's held against me
I've given up trying to fight you, you'll bring yourself down to your knees
The solid ground you stand on built from lies, and tyranny
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