Bullet With Butterfly Wings

The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get, for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game

Even though I know I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold like old Job

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage, yeah
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved, no no, no
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, come on, for just one more show?
And what do you want?
I want to change
And what do I got, when you feel the same?

Oh even though...