Quick, someone give me a key,
I need to be free!
I don’t know how I got in this situation,
just get me out of this confrontation.
After this I think I’m gonna need medication.
Cause now I think I have a migraine,
and I am pretty sure this whole thing aint sane.
Try to make a run for it,
but just got punished for it.
I thought this talk was just a hit and run,
but it turned out to a war in the sun.
This is now a all out feud.
No one looking at me, good it’s my que.
Wait, no you don’t,
you aint gonna leave, no you won’t.
Man, why do I have to cater,
I aint even a traitor.
Oh well, guess that the domino effect,
and it happens to be that I’m a subject.
Great! Not, I swear someone is gonna die, and that’s gonna be me.
I’m doomed unless you save me.