This gilded cage is mostly comfortable to me, It's now become my home.
But its gleam isn't what it used to be, at all, I feel that I should have known.
That this vapid gift of "security", has thrown my frame to atrophy.
Now the screams of insecurity, they swell, the closer I get to free
But as I slowly turn brittle, patinaed key, my legs fear the imminent release.
While here removed from reality, I've been able to feel such blissful peace.
The sight of shattered glass is most unbearable to me, desperation led a fool inside
With bloody fists and vacant gaze it's clear to see, his ...