Текст песни Revenge of the Spectral Tiger

Here in our gilded cage we turn on the news and are entertained. We are an army of semi-informed, chemically maimed paper tigers. That's only the cusp, only the crown. This isn't the only way down. Either way, it's death by a thousand cuts! So you would think we'd 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! Caged! Caged! Caged! Caged. Here in our gilded cage we're infantilized continuously. A parent who sows a seed then won't let it grow into a tree. A spectral tiger is born with beautiful stripes and porcelain teeth and the ghost of the hunt underneath. Either way, it's death by a thousand cuts! So you would think we'd 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! Caged! Caged! Caged! Caged. Either way, it's death by a thousand cuts! So you would think we'd 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! Caged! Caged! Caged! Caged.