I could use more direction
If I could only focus
On my intentions
Maybe a sedative
Would calm my nerves
Or one I once call a treatment
Yeah, anything else would be a lie
Settle down, catch up on sleep
Maybe start a book
Or two, or three
But the simple life has gone bye-bye, bye
If they can cut you loose
Why can’t they cut you free?
At every turn I feel the big trap
I feel the big trap
At every turn I feel the big trap
Shut me in, legs caught maybe broken
Always living in outrage
Come back, concrete leaves me completely chained
Living and unclean
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