Trapped from Asylum by Shrooms Circle

Sitting here, I don’t know where, I let go, why fighting
I’m alone, in the dark, I do not remind anything
The atmosphere is electric, I feel my pressure is rising
The uproar stops, my breath’s jerky, a glow begins to shine

You are the one who was choosen
For beeing used as a tool
Either way you're in our prongs
You will not escape us you’re trapped

The red mass flies, the stage is set, the show can now begin
This masquarade is fearing me, the actors seems so evil
I am sure, they want me, the noose is tightening
Evil’s spreading among the court, I do not know what I've deserved

You are the one who was choosen
For beeing used as a tool

Masked people stand behind me, they shall have no pity
The frenzied crowd’s, sticking on me, they yearn my energy
They are drunk, they are wicked, but are they crazier than me
Sadly I think I have no choice to go away anymore

You are the one who was choosen
For beeing used as a tool
Either way you're in our prongs
You will not escape us you’re trapped
You are the one who was choosen
For beeing used as a tool

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