Trapped Lyrics - 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 I'm like everyone I can remember I knew 

Trapped 

Supply and demand 

Mathematics and facts 

Computing revealed 

The secret's concealed 

Displaced of it's day 

The weight of an age 

A hideous scheme 

Horizons of steel 

Walking on tightropes 

They're 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 who's heartstrings sing out to you 

Coming to terms with the slow spiteful passing of years