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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 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

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

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