Babyland Traffic
This is repression
Stop. Go. Stop. Go
The problem surrounds me
Obsessed with progression
The box becomes so stronger
Confining all movement
Confining all motion
I'm stuck in it
Get out of my way
Framing me on all side
The pain in transportation
Now two feet away
I'm about to collide
Desperation
Transforming me
Fueling my aggression
Isolation
It's destroying me
I follow my frustration
I'll follow anything
We'll follow anything
The path will collapse you
I know you know this truth
But why do we come back
We're just crawling away from solutions
Swallowed by tradition
And it's getting worse
All on the same road
We're clogging one direction
We'll never be free
I guess know how is useless
