in a cage it stays the same it doesn t bite it takes the blame it doesn t know what s happening it never knows what s happening throw a blanket on the cage when it s night it s hard to gauge it doesn t know what s happening it never knows what s happening eyes are closed the smell of fear what is seen is all you hear couldn t see what s beckoning couldn t hear the reckoning in a corner set a trap getting caught the lines were tapped couldn t see what s beckoning suddenly a reckoning he s in over his head put a mirror in the cage it s just another game we play it doesn t know what s happening it never knows what s happening bite the hand that feeds the bark affidavit after dark it doesn t know what s happening it never knew what s happening he s in over his head one to spare and one to save the taking back of what you gave one to stare and one to gaze the best of times the worst of days in the range but out of phase the best of days will come again again 
['bay area indie', 'queercore']