VIVARIUM

The walls are high, the ceiling low, so low

The air is thick we are so slow, so slow

So low, so slow

So low, so slow

Create a world of balance and symmetry

Far from reminders of our mortality

It will split the spirit to the bone

Because in this crowd we are alone

In this cage we call our own

We are surrounded by a world of stone

Like birds that cannot fly

In this poisoned, empty sky

In this cage we call our own

We are surrounded by a world of stone

Like birds that cannot fly

In this poisoned, empty sky

This man-made Eden is a prison

A place of horror and treason

This is a prison of horror and treason

A glass garden, a world of illusion

A place of confinement and self delusion

The walls are high, the ceiling low, so low

The air is thick we are so slow, so slow

The walls are high, the ceiling low

The air is thick we are so slow

With each step strive for resurrection

Escape the horde, find your direction

Embrace your pain, your imperfections

Become a child of your own creation

Embrace your pain, your imperfections

Become a child of your own creation

In this cage we call our own

We are surrounded by a world of stone

Like birds that cannot fly

In this poisoned, empty sky

In this cage we call our own

We are surrounded by a world of stone

Like birds that cannot fly

In this poisoned, empty sky

A glass garden, a world of illusion

A place of confinement and self delusion

The walls are high, the ceiling low