Rusty Cages

Name it

Tame it

Give it a head and aim at it

Frame it

Blame it

Give it a death

No

Wait a minute

Big game became somehow a part of yourself

So think if it's good for our health

To shoot a piece of self

Lately everything I do just feels like a charade

I'm an empty shell dissolving

Slowly going insane

And I haven't felt empowered by a song in fucking ages

I'm too busy tracking traces from the rusty cages

They ain't all bad

I know Rex and Dreadnought always have my back

I can learn from the rest but

Fuck the raptors

Carno

Mosa

Dilopho

Man I just want myself back