Here in our gilded cage We turn on the news and are entertained We are an army of semi informed, chemically maimed Paper Tigers that, only the cusp, only the crown This isn’t the only way down
Either way it’s death by a thousand cuts But you would think we’d choose our blade But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong One could argue pointedly, that maybe we deserve to be
Caged Caged Caged Caged
Here in our gilded cage We are infantilized continuously Our parents who sow the seed That won’t let it grow into a tree
A spectral tiger is born With beautiful stripes and porcelain teeth And the ghost of the hunt underneath
Either way it’s death by a thousand cards But you would think we’d choose our blade But by the way we carry on like nothing’s wrong One could argue pointedly that maybe we deserve to be
Caged Caged Caged Caged
Either way it’s death by a thousand cards But you would think we’d choose our blade But by the way we carry on like nothing’s wrong One could argue pointedly that maybe we deserve to be
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