Ivory sweet, renaissance gold
This prison is fit for a king, or so I'm told
The arching tower that touches the sky
Is a gilded cage made of lies
Through the glittering bars, on a velvet duvet
I am exposed, I am afraid
I sing a song for my food and keep
Then I look through my chains and I weep
You invested so much in my sorrow
That you made me a cage for my pain
You have locked me away from tomorrow
And that's where I'll remain
Everyone smiles at the yellow bird
Who is loved by the Queen, or so I've heard
Everyone smiles as it flutters and shrieks
Help me one of you featherless freaks
I remember the world outside my cage
I remember now why I feel this rage
This gilded creation was made to chant
You'll never escape, you can't, you can't; you can't
You invested so much in my sorrow
That you made me a cage for my pain
You have locked me away from tomorrow
And that's where I'll remain
And that's where I became the creature that I am
The royal affair is tired of me
I am food for the cat, or so I believe
The King, Queen and Cat are ready to dine
Am I a snack to be had with the wine
Till this mortal cry travels the earth
And recognized is my fatal worth
My feathers will shed in fury, in flight
Till all I can see is the color of light