The Flesh Is The Cage
I punctured my lungs
don´t want to breathe
that poisoned air
I crippled myself
don´t want to take
another step
on this poisoned ground
I burned I burned.... once again
just to feel that I was alive
The flesh and the cage
are still the same
equal nothing
Cut the dotted line
do what You´ve been told
always and ever, obey
take the easiest route
never dare to thread
[another path]
always and ever
living in restriction
Still not satisfied
with it all
destined to tremble and fall
mankind loosin grip
only because the restrictions
