Out of the Cage, Into the Trap is about escaping one house of abuse only to be delivered
into the hands of a worse predator — his mother's boyfriend or whatever he was to her,
the same man with the fangs from Track 8 — left alone with him while she went partying,
as a child prayed for rescue and got none. The sadistic man would scatter barley across
the hardwood floor and force the child to kneel on it until his knees bled.
By Thomas J. Allen, © 2025
I opened the window... and looked at the sky.
Five years. Five years in this cage.
"Is anyone up there?" I whispered.
"Please... please get me out of this place."
But heaven was quiet.
And the monsters were asleep.
They sleep through the morning, till the afternoon light,
Leaving us starving, swallowed by the night.
Our stomachs are hollow, our bodies are weak,
Afraid of the shadows, afraid just to speak.
My cousin found eggs, struck a match to survive...
They caught him in the kitchen and beat him alive!
The fists and the fury, the blood and the tears!
"This isn't a restaurant!" ringing in our ears!
Where is the mother?! Where is the light?!
Left in the cold of the endless night!
A fallen angel trapped in the clay,
Praying for heaven to take me away!
But the sky doesn't answer... the sky doesn't care...
Just the cold wind blowing through the open air.
Then my mother stood at the doorway... a child in her womb.
I'm replaced and discarded, pushed toward the tomb.
But three months later, the unborn had died...
She came back with venom to swallow her pride.
She pointed at me and she fed me her lies!
"This is your fault!" with the hate in her eyes!
Hiding her sins moving weight in the dark...
Forcing the blame on my innocent mark!
One more year passed.
She finally came to take me away.
I thought it was salvation.
But out of the cage... into the trap.
She moved us in with the father of the swine. The man with the fangs.
While she went out partying in the dark...
She left me locked inside with the vampire.
He scatters the barley across the hardwood floor!
He laughs in the kitchen and locks the front door!
"Kneel down, boy!" the sadist demands!
With a plate of food in his rotting hands!
The grains cut like glass... tearing my skin!
He sits and he eats with a sickening grin!
My knees are bleeding...
He's laughing at my pain...
The mother is gone... dancing in the rain.
Bleeding on the barley... bleeding on the wood...
In a world where nothing is holy or good.
I asked the sky for an angel...
But they left me with the devil instead.