I’m inside a filter, on the outside new beginnings

On the inside a fatal past

No change ever occurs

Not that there's any escape 

But the clasp is held shut

So im crying on the floor and shutting up

There’s a mousetrap maze around me and

I'm running in circles while the master juggles and laughs

Oh silly mouse and moves on like normal

Because there’s nothing wrong

But the traps are closing in 

So im wheezing on the floor and being forced to shut up

There's a gun pointed behind me and

Its giving me no choice

Because there is nothing worse

Not that there’s any escape

But it is pounding and it's getting dark

So I'm silent on the floor and have already shut up.

But there’s a pen on the floor in my cell

Where its wet

And the walls are quite thin

So I start to write

Even though the pen is running dry

But I just can't shut up-