Child Of Entertainment (Trapped) - Diorama

Hurry up and sum the charge

The moment’s arrived to reap the fruit of change

To drive out all the good old days

The variety show you still draw hope from

You white-wash all in self-control

But your eyes are giving you away

If it’s reason against wine

I’ll chose the wine

The gloomy smile the sweet denial

If it’s mirage against no meaning

Like I think it is

I’ll be a child of entertainment

I drove all night to be with you

I ask how you are, but you don’t answer nothing

Why are you so influenced?

What makes you think that you’ve done something wrong?

You white-wash all in self-control

But your eyes are giving you away

I’ll be a deadman walking

I’ll be a deadman walking

I’ll be a deadman walking

I’ll be a child of entertainment