The cats are scratching
They want in
Trapped alone, sitting on my perch
Looking down on the dusty bowls
An image of a birdcage
Imprinted on my pictures
The wages of sin unpaid
Or not yet done, oh my sweet one
In a birdcage yet again
Starving for a
Subtle end
In a birdcage, flying, flying!
Nowhere flying
I haven't sinned
But caged now, so like a moth
I can see the light, can't fly high
I learn I will get burned
But I still want the glare
To turn to thoughts unchurned
Or not yet thought, they can't be caught
In a birdcage yet again
The cats are scratching
They want in
In a birdcage, flying, flying
Nowhere flying
I haven't sinned
In a birdcage, dying, dying
I'm suffocating
I haven't sinned!
But still trapped
I'm made for flying free
But I'm in a prison
A birdcage around me