 What does it take
to stand for my pride?
In a building of glass,
but I'm still throwing stones inside.
Man in a cage,
a perfect place of perfect isolation,
a heart full of pain,
a door that leads to desperation.
How could I forget we keep on playing different games?
And I exit the stage,
I'm feelin' like a puppet retired from the hands of fate.
So why do I hesitate?
Why can't I break free?
And why do I still believe
this cage was made for you and me?
What does it take
to live a life of perfect isolation?
And what will remain
on the road to desperation?
How could I pretend this life was only made for me
and nobody else
steppin' in my cage to free me from my chains?
Why do I hesitate?
Why can't I break free?
And why do I still believe
this cage was made for you and me?
It's made for you and me.
Man in a cage.
I'm livin' in my room.
Why won't you see that I'm engaged?
Man in a cage.
I'm livin' in my room.
Why won't you see that I'm engaged?
Man in a cage.
I'm livin' in my room.
Why won't you see that I'm engaged?
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