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 feel 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 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