Trap

Do not look for gold on the golden middle course
Don't take the best tarred road
Shovel your own way
The middle is not fixed, it is subjective

Happy medium
The slogan of philistine
Day by day
The slogan of outcasts
Heavy baggage you carry with you
Anyway
Obligations and responsibility
Or from hand to mouth

Do not look for gold on the golden middle course
Don't take the best tarred road
Shovel your own way
The middle is not fixed, it is subjective

We are trapped
It's a trap

There is no destination
At most a direction
There is no destination
At most a direction

Golden middle course
No matter which path you take
You're trapped on a rat race
You're trapped on a rat race
It's a trap

Behind golden doors
Lurk thorny paths
Behind ramshackle doors
There are golden paths
Be very careful
When entering the doors
'Cause once you go down a road
There's often no turning back
Behind golden doors
Lurk thorny paths
Behind ramshackle doors
There are golden paths
Be very careful
When entering the doors
'Cause once you go down a road
There's often no turning back



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Writer(s): Jeremie Gonzalez
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