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)