The Cages

I’m standing at the corners of the mind

I’m playing with the infinite design

I’m staying for the imminent decline

I’m dying on the vine

And the violent rage inside us needs to feed

And it opens the cages of our mutilation and disease

And the cycle breaks to find us in the dust

Cover me in the remains of one

From the womb, reveal yourself to me

Cast aside, forsaken and deceived

Trapped inside the secrets we can’t hide

Break the chains and rise

And the hand that mocked them in the end

And the heart that fed them in the shadows of the dead

In the minds of the tyrants of the past

All great things must first wear terrifying masks

Angels sing the chorus of the lost

Captured in the lines, the lines we fear to cross

All in hell ignites the monster’s eyes

All in heaven dies

In the glass menagerie

On display for the gods to see

Here we are, condemned to the cages

From the cradle to the grave

In the mind of delusion

In the face of our revolution

In the anguish that sustains us in sacred places

Trapped inside these mortal spaces

In the greatest illusion

In the pages of evolution

In the traces… Our creation… The final stages

And the heart of darkness rages