Locked up so tight in that ivory tower
Those stained glass curtains and gold-plated bars
Silk-lined restraints you can’t help but pull tighter
And that key you keep close could help set you free
But why show yourself to the truth of the matter
Gilded cages bring such sympathy
Shy away from the world and hide behind others
Who needs to wander the harsh world outside?
No need to worry, or wonder, or work for a living
Just let them keep handing you food through the bars
Never a moment to face down the darkness
When the self-sentenced prison is well-lit and warm