I'm living in this cage where there are no steel bars
Just flowing iron nerves that escape attention
Into a harsh moment of careless reaction
Levitating spirits freeing myself with stars

The chase for liberty amongst these dream makers
And to think yourself stuck, a big heavy prison
Without a real great hope, alone with a reason
That life has borrowed you, no second live takers

My uniform is striped with yellowish colours
Tightly locked onto me, sewn into my fabric
The man is prisoner, the gates of golden brick

What ways can he survive? Can he collect flowers?
Victory is nearer as his voyage departs
Sweeter than the honey yet sour as the tarts