Building cage I can only study the blame   I can think of a word for myself but no name   Question darts throw me to the dogs of progress   But they run from what really matters      Raised on promises      To the furnace for shade to the dust for a drink   Logic’s mad and shame doesn’t care what you think   The ocean’s dry it’s only a phantom that you fathom   But the flood comes from the desert      Raised on promises      Land of the known   Free of the brave   They sell us ourselves   The center has moved and water bleeds from broken faces      Raised on promises