Trapped — текст песни (Monks of Doom)

Trapped

A game of roulette

A marble and wheel

Revolver and steel

While down on his luck

A grimacing drunk

He spins on his axis

On top of the table

Espousing his views



... familiar

Removed it may come to you

How your contempt is renewed

The train of thought running here

Makes me see all too clear

How Im like everyone I can remember I knew



Trapped

Supply and demand

Mathematics and facts

Computing revealed

The secrets concealed

Displaced of its day

The weight of an age

A hideous scheme

Horizons of steel



Walking on tightropes

Theyre lost in my neighborhood

Long streets I know very well

Wandering aimlessly, wavering endlessly

Leaving today for the next town that gets in the way



Trapped

By fear in my voice

I struggle to speak

I struggle to reach

That tone in your voice

The onset of fear

It spins like the world

As is everything near

Just from breathing the air



Trapped by my point of view

Locked in a waiting room where we are smothered desire

Lost in a notebook whos heartstrings sing out to you

Coming to terms with the slow spiteful passing of years