The Way It's Supposed to Be

So many masks, that you try to wear
I’ve seen them all, I can compare
Patterns to show, any way you go
Always a trade, for more to know
Bells and whistles, maybe a throne
Ashes to ashes, losing a home
All the roots, know the worth
What you find, what’s been took
The mother has said, a new day indeed
Time to end the dread, no more insanity
Layers to shed, instinct free
Open cages from dead, the way it’s supposed to be
It might seem fun, for a while at first
When you think, how could it get worse
How could you know, the tragic thrown
Always thought, would overthrow
But the time goes by, more twisted thorns
Anything that’s planted, not free to grow
You may be surprised, with what’s inside
Biding it’s time, a stage to fly
The mother has said, a new day indeed
Time to end the dread, no more insanity
Layers to shed, instinct free
Open cages from dead, the way it’s supposed to be
We’re all alive, can’t you see
The butterflies, birds and bees
The most simplistic world, you can find
But instead, you make all blind
The masks are gone, no more split
All you’ve sewn, no more forget
Letting free, from chains and sea
Riding waves, beyond the trees
The mother has said, a new day indeed
Time to end the dread, no more insanity
Layers to shed, instinct free
Open cages from dead, the way it’s supposed to be
What happens next, is up to you
But no more cages, for clowns and fools
Letting them run, open the nets
The script is gone, improv set
If you think you have the final say
Forever the trap, will be played
The rest are free, without a fee
Accept it now, a comedy
The mother has said, a new day indeed
Time to end the dread, no more insanity
Layers to shed, instinct free
Open cages from dead, the way it’s supposed to be