Trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped.
In a locked box of steel
With deadbolts held fast
Can't move at all
And I scream and I scream
But I am locked in the walls
Of this tight steel box
Trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped.
Like bricks on my back
All this stress weighs me down
Can't breathe at all
And I scream and I scream
But I'm crushed beneath
All these bricks on my back
Trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped.
Tits and ass in a mirror
A straight-jacket of beauty
Can't speak at all
And I scream and I scream
But I'm muted behind
this pretty type-cast facade
Trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped…
[1998]
