Bound

there's always a cage in search of a bird
 we're chained
 bound by a choice, betrayed by our words
 we're framed
 like rats in a lab, behave for rewards
 we're trained
 and your thumb's up your ass
 as you wait for a change
 i'm sick of things the way they are
 our longings and assumptions
 become our leashes
 there is a cage around your mind,
 around my heart, but we still deny
 a sinking ship, an albatross
 bound together in a paradise lost
 we always get close but we can't
 or won't understand
 we're drained
 with stars around our heads
 and blood on our hands
 we're stained
 we could be more but
 we'd rather pretend
 a sick game
 get close but we can't...
 when the mercury's rising
 and the sky is falling
 and your tv has drowned out
 a world that's calling
 don't try to tell me
 you cannot, you will not,
 you won't see it coming
 it's too late
 i'm sorry will all mean nothing