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?
