Lyrics Trapped - The Exit

Trapped

Like a turtle on it’s back
Like a blind man walking the streets of new york
Like a fire in a glass
My heart is wrapped up in a cellophane bag
I seperate the memories
I think of the things that i’ve done wrong
I throw them away to conceal the pain
It was one long night i’ve been beat down
Trapped so deep i can’t even breath
I scream an unanswered call
It’s six forty-two in the a.
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When the brustle meets the rush
As the blind man walks the streets of new york
As the fire turns to smoke
The lack of oxygen causes me to choke
I bet you can’t live life like that