Revenge Of The Spectral Tiger (Boyd Brandon)

Here in our guilded cage We turn on the news and are entertained We are an army of semi-informed, chemically made Paper tigers that only the cusp only the crown This isn't the only way down Either way it's death by a thousand cuts You would think we choose our blade But by the way we carry on like nothings wrong One could argue pointedly That maybe we deserve to be Caged Here in our guilded cage We're infantalized continusouly Apparent to souls I see that won't let it grow into a tree A spectral tiger's born with beautiful stripes And porcelin teeth And the ghost of the hunt underneath Either way it's death by a thousand cuts You would think we choose our blade But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong One could argue pointedly That maybe we deserve to be Caged