Vaguely reminiscent in the presence of my mind
is the trap, the trap, the trap.
And the feeling that the brotherhood is running out of time
in the trap, the trap, the trap.
Loneliness is a gentle rule:
one is only one.
Loneliness is a gentle rule
but somehow comes undone.
Somewhere in the darkness is a light we almost find
for the trap, the trap, the trap.
Catching hold of the fleeting thing we know is peace of mind
in the trap, the trap, the trap.
Loneliness is a gentle rule:
one is only one.
Loneliness is a gentle rule
but somehow comes undone.
So, you see, reality is a prison for the mind
in the trap, the trap, the trap.
So capture all your yesterdays and leave the rest behind
for the trap, the trap, the trap.
Loneliness is a gentle rule:
one is only one.
Loneliness is a gentle rule
but somehow comes undone.