Paroles de 'Petrified' par 3rd Machine

I stand petrified
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Isolation promoted me
Sensing imprisoned, freedom in society
I check my profile, I watch TV
This endless routine is fucking killing me
I go crazy
I feel this rush
I feel this rush
I feel this rush
I feel this rush, this rush from us

Routine fills my day
Grey coloring my path, my endless way
Disconnected from this hive
I hear people whisper, he's outside, not alive
I'm having lunch I search the web
I write a letter to take a chance
To reenter this rat's race
Everyday, every night caught in a recurrent live
A useless guilt is haunting me I exist
Look at me

I stand outside society
I swear there's
No way back for me
I feel locked in my mind
No upside, just hindsight forever
I feel, anxiety
The cruel
Have no place for me
Adjust to this propriety
No upside, just hindsight forever
I am stuck, just stuck in the middle and
Stuck in the middle and