In The Art Of My Caged Existence

Close your eyes, breathe it all in
Nary a breath of joy
Congealed mucus in my lungs
The backstabbing pains, eyes draw heavy
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
Time is my termination

In the art of my caged existence
Lies a core of utter emptiness
Wrap my bones in bile – make everything feel better
Tap my pain and sell it to the millions
Slogging through this death march
The knuckle-dragging fare

I tire, I starve
Take my energy, take my heart

Bound to barren landscape
Nailed to conformity

In the art of my caged existence
Funeral pyres ring through this concrete jungle
Suffocate this space – make everything feel better
Destroy the mould of me
Let filth waft through the air
Until my final breath

I tire, I starve
Take my energy, take my heart
I tire, I starve
Take my memory, take my heart