My cage! My cage!
Lest they find me out of my cage!
Battered and swollen,
Bruised and bleeding, I'd be.
The guards, they were pacing,
My heart, it was racing.
Lest they find me out of my cage.

The king, the king,
He wanders the halls,
Draped in fine robes,
Sewn by his queen, to be.
The king, he was plottin'
For his lady to be forgotten,
Gutted and thrown out to sea.

Treason and murder, treason and murder,
They worked me into a rage.
I did no such crime,
Yet I'm paying the time, encaged.
The guards know no reason,
To believe in my treason,
While the tyrant king continues his ways.

Lies upon lies, lies upon lies,
The work of the king, a cunning disguise.
Locked in my cage,
Which is locked in a room, up high.
The guards do not notice,
That my freedom is closest,
In their absence, I slip through the bars.

Be quiet, be quiet,
While the king is asleep,
I hear very faintly,
A sound almost saintly, a bird.
From my cage to the shadows,
I glance through the window,
As I search for the creature I heard.

The cage, the cage,
Right there in my cage.
Its plumage, on fire,
It lit up my room, with flames.
This creature of light,
A miraculous sight,
A mystery of no other name.

The bird, the bird,
Let its presence be heard.
It beckoned me forth,
Into the fireplace, deep and cold.
With the touch of a brick,
A most intricate trick,
A passage, an escape from these walls.

I follow, I follow,
This fiery swallow,
Through passages thick,
Through passages thin, I crawl.
In a flicker of light,
The bird escapes from my sight,
And I escape into the king's sleeping halls.

A whisper, a whisper,
The smoke from a torch burning crisp.
A shadow of hope,
A scape from this mortar and stone.
Chasing the nothings,
I burn for the bluffing,
Of a bird conjured from broken bones.

The king, the king,
He lays down his guard,
As I'm driven by madness,
of a bird that was never there.
Like a hunter at night,
I steal through the shadows,
In his chambers, I bid him beware.

The guards, the guards,
They don't notice a thing.
The ultimate crime,
The death of a tyrant, a king.
With a blade in my palm,
I anchor his arms,
Slice throat like a slice of a pear.

Magician, magician,
Oh, what have I done?
First to the crime,
Cleanse me of guilt, of sin.
You saw me in action,
Not even a distraction,
Would counter my lust for the king.

The flames, the flames,
They burn in my eyes,
The magician's sorrow,
Was infinitely hollow, an act.
He gave me a grin,
And procured from within
His jacket, a card so absurd.

A joker, a joker,
A fire breathing master of whim.
A token of mystery,
A burden through history, a card.
A success for a price,
I'm his sacrifice,
Doomed by a fiery bird.

These tricks, these tricks!
Played for the fool that I am.
Murdered the king,
For a bird of the magician, himself.
A new day, a new king,
yet the laws stay the same,
And I'm locked up and back on the shelf.

My cage! My cage!
Lest they find me out of my cage!
Battered and swollen,
Bruised and bleeding, I'd be.
The guards, they were pacing,
My heart, it was racing.
Lest they find me out of my cage.