Caught by a camera taken at shutter speed, my neck's in a knot, two beads at the end.
Bolt cutters close, my head rolls again -- trapped in your snare, voices fly at me.
Snap like a tiger, strikes like a snake -- feel like a poker in someone's fireplace.
Bolt cutters close, my head rolls again -- trapped in your snare, voices fly at me.
Snap like a tiger, strikes like a snake -- feel like a poker in someone's fireplace.