I can't leave you behind, let you sell yourself short. For less than it takes to buy yourself a way out. You reside in shadow and seek repense - there's none, there can't be. Haven't you known, deeply? We're our cages, we are. She told the hunter she tasted its fear. In death, it remembers how it wanted to fly. But rob it of dignity. Never for us, the collar constricts. Hands on my throat, I'm here when I choke for you.
Written by: Alex Moore, Dawn Almeda, Dylan Chew, Matt Allen, Tom Burke
