Empty Times

I get up, I got nowhere to go

I get out, I got no one to see

Then I hide, never to be found

Yes I hide, never to be found

And I wait, for something to go wrong

'Cause the world, is never on my side

So I crawl, back into my cage

Where I'm safe, from all the troubled souls

Everything you touch, seems to turn into dust

Everything you do, comes back to haunt you

And that's just how the story always goes

And I walk, on this fragile land

And I try, so hard to stay alive

While the gods, passively admire

My will, giving in to desire

Everything you touch, seems to turn into dust

Everything you do, comes back to haunt you

And that's just how the story always goes

Tolerate, the empty times

Try to read, between the lines

Tolerate, the empty times

Try to read, between the lines

Why does the caged bird sing?