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