And trapped in that song that torments me with a hangover
That is my curse, that wakes me up every other day
And trapped in the labyrinth that doesn't let me see
Instinct always guides me, but the song always returns
That lands close to your work
It doesn't matter face up or face down
That always leads us to the stage
That watches us from above
And that's how I feel inside
On my phone that traps me daily
That never gets tired of being my adversary
I have the necessary resources
And forget my imaginary self
And trapped on the moon by a doubt
Let me slowly consume myself
And trapped in time my body sweats
And trapped in the runes like a vat
Until my temperature rises
Like a vat, like a vat
Like a vat, like a vat
Like a vat, like a vat
Let my temperature rise
Like a vat, like a vat