Revenge Of The Spectral Tiger

Here in our guilded cage

We turn on the news and are entertained

We are an army of semi-informed, chemically made

Paper tigers that only the cusp only the crown

This isn't the only way down

Either way it's death by a thousand cuts

You would think we choose our blade

But by the way we carry on like nothings wrong

One could argue pointedly

That maybe we deserve to be

Caged

Here in our guilded cage

We're infantalized continusouly

Apparent to souls I see that won't let it grow into a tree

A spectral tiger's born with beautiful stripes

And porcelin teeth

And the ghost of the hunt underneath

Either way it's death by a thousand cuts

You would think we choose our blade

But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong

One could argue pointedly

That maybe we deserve to be

Caged