Confined Songtext
von Coke Bust

Break out, free myself – confined.
Concrete rat maze – got to break out.
Societal vice grip – confined.
Sent down the river and thrown in the tide.
Gasping for air, struggling to survive. A good, honest man left out to die.
Confined to the margins and between the lines.
I want my page to be black, I want peace of mind.
Take my cash, I'll take my time, take my corpse in a box, but they can't take me alive.
Confined.