Somehow Someday I'm getting caught in a death trap To be left for garbage And there's no such thing as mercy left to get It start's off again Or will I wait Will I wait till something shimmers in the dark And get a catch Get a firm grip on the few uncommon sparks 'Cause this will be my last chance to beat off attacks And I stand transfixed on the ice while it Cracks seem to separate all that looked gone We lose all the things that we can't get a hold of There's no such thing As mercy left to get I never heard the starting gun While most competitors run They almost fly Though I'll still be the first To hear the bell of the final lap I did neglect the clapperboard And with the sounding of each chord I'm pretty sure that the moment comes near That the director cuts me off