Trap Hell Breakout

(Lord save me...)

This trap job is a modern chain (modern chains) Working the block

in the freezing rain Every dollar stained with pain

Somebody get me out this hell

Clock-in at midnight, no sign of the sun

Counting down seconds but it's never done Locked in this cell made

of mortar and stone Surrounded by people but utterly alone They buy

and they sell, they trading our soul For pennies on dollars,

we lose all control

I feel the walls closing in today (closing in)

There has got to be another way

This trap job is a modern chain (modern chains)

Working the block in the freezing rain

Every dollar stained with pain

Somebody get me out this hell

Signing a lease with the devil himself Trading my sanity,

trading my health For a system that breaks us,

divides us in parts

Running the gears on our breaking hearts Yeah,

we slave for the master who sits in the sky But nobody

answers when we ask him why

Get me out... of this hell... (please)