Trapped - The Exit

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