It's a trap
Got to push my way out of this dead end street
It's a fact
The noose is getting tight, so tough to make ends meet

I see storm clouds gathering on the horizon
It's getting out of control
I cant return your smile tonight
Coz i feel so bought and sold

When everything we want is out of reach

I dont hear your words
Buried underground
Tell me how to symphatise
When i can't hear a sound

And still we hold on..
And still we hold on..

It's so hard to suffer the blues in silence
Just do what we're told
When we cant see what our future's holding
We are out in the cold

When everything we want is out of reach