The cage is made of gold they say

The prettiest cage you’ll see

The bars may glint, but not from gold

The sharp edge is where I’ll bleed

My crown is heavy, not from weight

But from those pressing down from above

I jump from planes to feel alive

And tempt the death I crave

I pray for justice or simply relief

From the nightmare of my life

But the man who yanks my golden-leashed neck

Steps on...