They call this a room, they call this a life. They say I should be grateful, safe inside. The walls don't shake, the floor don't break, but in my dreams, I feel them die. This cage don't rattle, this cage don't scream, but I know what it is, and it sure ain't free. They feed me well, they say I've won, but a lion don't dream of a job well done. Lightning once danced beneath my skin, now I walk in lines they painted in. The air tastes stale, the silence screams, while nothing here is what it seems. Through bulletproof glass, watch shadows fall, hear whispers echo down the hall. Of dreams they broke, of souls they tamed, of wild hearts beating just the same. This cage don't rattle, this cage don't scream, but I know what it is, and it sure ain't free. They feed me well, they say I've won, but a lion don't dream of a job well done. No sky to chase, no wind to taste, just quiet nights and empty space. I pace, I wait, I count the days, but no one ever leaves this cage. There's thunder in my bones tonight, crackling through this borrowed life. Each mirror shows a stranger's ghost— everything I feared the most. These diamond chains, this silk-lined grave, they say it's all we're meant to save. But in my blood, rebellion sings of midnight runs and wilder things. In the cracks between their lies, in the scars behind these eyes, there's a storm about to break— a wild thing finally awake. This cage don't rattle, this cage don't scream, but I know what it is, and it sure ain't free. They feed me well, they say I've won, but a lion don't dream of a job well done. No sky to chase, no wind to taste, just quiet nights and empty space. I pace, I wait—lightning strikes, This cage don't rattle this cage don't scream, but I know what it is and it sure ain't free. They feed me well, they say I've won, but a lion don't dream of a job well done. (Music cuts to single thunderclap) ...and something's broken in this cage.
