I'm trapped...
Trapped inside this ball of deceit bouncing off rubber
Suffocate me...
Leave me in a dumpster so that I might be taken to an island with no others

My ears have saved me once again
Blind I would rather be than to not hear soothing sultry sounds
On the contrary, I would be more content if not to hear the lies that pour from your shanties you call hearts

Trust, I have very little of, though it runs all through my blood
I'm close to giving up on all of you
Me, myself, and my irate moods
All thanks to you

Sometimes I wanna drive away and leave everyone behind
It's not me, it's all of you, most of the time