We could hear the roar of high-performance aircraft nearby, but we could catch only a brief glimpse of one high overhead. Then, as we approached the side summit, all such sounds stopped, only to retun when we left Tikaboo Peak. Cage of Freedom, that's our prison. We're the jailer and captive combined. Cage of Freedom, cast in power, all the trappings of our own design.
Blind ambition steals our reason.
We're soon behind those invisible bars. On the inside, looking outside, to make it safer we double the guard. Cage of Freedom, there's no escaping. We've fabricated a world on our own. Cage of Freedom, that's our prison.