Cage on the Ground
Another dreamer steps onto the stageHe sings his hope and his fear and his rageAs the applause from the crowd start to fadeHe hears them swallow the key to his cage
Welcome to the machineIt's a currency generatorAnd then it's a guillotineA mirror held up to your own behaviorI'm gonna take my bowAnd disappear into the soundI'm leaving my cage on the groundWhen I take my bowI'm watching it burn to the groundSee my feet flying up through the clouds
The dreamer dances inside of his cageAll his music and words are the sameBut in the moment he exits the stageYou hear him whisper a prayer for the flames
Welcome to the machineIt's a currency generatorAnd then it's a guillotineA mirror held up to your own behaviorI'm gonna take my bowAnd disappear into the soundI'm leaving my cage on the groundWhen I take my bowI'm watching it burn to the groundSee my feet flying up through the clouds
When they distinguish your nameIt may extinguish your flameI'm gonna take my bowAnd disappear into the soundI'm leaving my cage on the groundWhen I take my bowI'm watching it burn to the groundSee my feet flying up through the clouds
One day distinguish your name (I'm leaving my cage on the ground)It may extinguish your flame (I'm leaving my cage on the ground)
So trade those ashes for a crown