Infected Rain - VIVARIUM Lyrics

The walls are high, the ceiling low, so low
The air is thick we are so slow, so slow
So low, so slow
So low, so slow

Create a world of balance and symmetry
Far from reminders of our mortality
It will split the spirit to the bone
Because in this crowd we are alone

In this cage we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky
In this cage we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky

This man-made Eden is a prison
A place of horror and treason
This is a prison of horror and treason

A glass garden, a world of illusion
A place of confinement and self delusion

The walls are high, the ceiling low, so low
The air is thick we are so slow, so slow
The walls are high, the ceiling low
The air is thick we are so slow

With each step strive for resurrection
Escape the horde, find your direction
Embrace your pain, your imperfections
Become a child of your own creation
Embrace your pain, your imperfections
Become a child of your own creation

In this cage we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky
In this cage we call our own
We are surrounded by a world of stone
Like birds that cannot fly
In this poisoned, empty sky

A glass garden, a world of illusion
A place of confinement and self delusion

The walls are high, the ceiling low