Revenge Of The Spectral Tiger Lyrics - The Wild Trapeze - Brandon Boyd

Here in our gilded cage 

we turn on the news and are entertained. 

We are an army of 

semi-informed, chemically maimed 

paper tigers. That's 

only the cusp, only the crown. 

This isn't the only way down. 

Either way, it's death by a thousand cuts! 

So you would think we'd choose our blade. 

But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong, 

one could argue pointedly 

that maybe we deserve to be 

caged! 

Caged! 

Caged! 

Caged! 

Caged. 

Here in our gilded cage 

we're infantilized continuously. 

A parent who sows a seed 

then won't let it grow into a tree. 

A spectral tiger is born 

with beautiful stripes and porcelain teeth 

and the ghost of the hunt underneath. 

Either way, it's death by a thousand cuts! 

So you would think we'd choose our blade. 

But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong, 

one could argue pointedly 

that maybe we deserve to be 

caged! 

Caged! 

Caged! 

Caged! 

Caged. 

Either way, it's death by a thousand cuts! 

So you would think we'd choose our blade. 

But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong, 

one could argue pointedly 

that maybe we deserve to be 

caged! 

Caged! 

Caged! 

Caged! 

Caged.