Текст песни Birdcage Religion

So slowly I'm losing who I've sworn to be. A promise in pencil that years have made so hard to read. I've spent my life building walls brick by brick and bruise by bruise... A birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep. But time is spinning silk that coils ruthlessly; With the devil's patience, it binds my hands so quietly that soon it becomes a part of me. So soften these edges and straighten out my tie. And help me remember the hope that I have compromised. Please be a broken record for me.