Lyrics: Luke I Am Your Father. Tight Trips [EP]. It's Another Trap.

Last call to shelter from the gossip fallout you've spitten up
Last call to get rid of all this overweight of self-contempt
As chances don't come nor go away unhelped
Now here we are again on this rotten throne of vanity you've built
Wondering why it's so important for you to deface other's work
Since you call the shots on your own ransom, you call the shots to no one

Take a moment to gasp for air
Looks like it's hard to keep complaining on and on
When all that was done was sitting back
And waiting for results you never really worked for in the first place

Bid farewell to respect and honoring promises
Seems what you see you may not get
'Cause this is just another trap
And it will become a massive pit of regret if you linger for too long

Now the roughest lesson so far will prove to be the most painful one
And the longest path stridden will prove to be just a shortcut to nowhere
As this all turns out to be another lousy job
You have done trying to prove this sick point that you owe nothing to the ones you relied on