Trapped Lyrics

There's no one out here, just wild dogs and dust
Fill up the empty space with unholy sound and deathly grace

There's something slithering away on a greasy belly
We're trapped here in this place, drying up like old blood

Trapped here in my head, in the sound of the dark
Trapped here in my head, at the edge of it all

Now I'm floating in a pool of putrid scum and flies
In a pit of my own drool, living with my lies

Now it's going in a loop, I can't find my way out
Giving into all my moods, heading all the way down