Art of Defeat - Scent of the Cage Lyrics

The scent of the cage, the raw touch of its frame
A place of my own that needs not a name
My own grand illusions
My concrete ignorance

Waiting, here I lay in utero again
Only my body and the blackness with the company of the dead

(Waiting, here I lie, in utero again...)
Such resemblance to the place which I have fled
Is this my rebirth
Or have I been misled

There's a light coming through the opening
Hours drag their hands through ash and I know I need time more than it needs me
Each second casts me further upon this shapeless sea
I can't seem to lose my grip from this neck
Intent to disconnect with a glass and a dent
And I know.. I know
My hope is my prison

Now there's a deafening silence burning through my ears
So foolish of me to believe I could have lingered here
Certainty died the day I followed fear

In this moment, I am shame
If to linger ,then I am to blame.
Waiting, here I lay in utero again.
My body and the blackness with the company of the dead

This is my rebirth
I will not be misled

I must escape this prison
Just like my hope escaped me