A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage—
Rush, from The Anarchist (lyrics by Neil Peart), Clockwork Angels.
As time goes by, I grow to understand more and more what this means.
The lenses inside of me that paint the world black— Rush, from The Anarchist (lyrics by Neil Peart), Clockwork Angels
The pools of poison, the scarlet mist, that spill over into rage
The things I’ve always been denied
An early promise that somehow died
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
