The Cage Songtext
While we were waiting
Anticipating the coming of days
Silence fell down on us
Killing the thoughts in us
So they'll say
This right to fight for a life in the cage
Tossing and turning, crashing and burning
But still we breathe
Still we breathe
Running a race that we've run since the day that we rose from our graves
But still we breathe
Some have it figured out dyslexic voices shout "God's master plan"
Or we've been had
Killing the peace in us
Humanity bleeds from us
Our eyes are dead
Capable of such great things
Masking our evil deeds
The bloods on our hands
Angels cry while we consume their wings
Starving for flesh in a world that is deaf
To the hungry
And still we breathe
Running a race thats been run since the day that we rose from our graves
But still we breathe
Some have it figured out dyslexic voice shout "God's master plan"
God's master plan
God's master plan
God's master plan
Or we've been had
Look into my eyes and tell me that our lives aren't fast slipping away
The cancer in all of us feasting off the souls in us
The dichotomy
And still we breathe
Running a race thats been run since the day that we rose from our graves
But still we breathe
Some have it figured out dyslexic voices shout "God's master plan"
Or we've been had
Anticipating the coming of days
Silence fell down on us
Killing the thoughts in us
So they'll say
This right to fight for a life in the cage
Tossing and turning, crashing and burning
But still we breathe
Still we breathe
Running a race that we've run since the day that we rose from our graves
But still we breathe
Some have it figured out dyslexic voices shout "God's master plan"
Or we've been had
Killing the peace in us
Humanity bleeds from us
Our eyes are dead
Capable of such great things
Masking our evil deeds
The bloods on our hands
Angels cry while we consume their wings
Starving for flesh in a world that is deaf
To the hungry
And still we breathe
Running a race thats been run since the day that we rose from our graves
But still we breathe
Some have it figured out dyslexic voice shout "God's master plan"
God's master plan
God's master plan
God's master plan
Or we've been had
Look into my eyes and tell me that our lives aren't fast slipping away
The cancer in all of us feasting off the souls in us
The dichotomy
And still we breathe
Running a race thats been run since the day that we rose from our graves
But still we breathe
Some have it figured out dyslexic voices shout "God's master plan"
Or we've been had