Fast Forward - Vice Squad

Circles, ever decreasing circles

Ninth circle of hell noose tightens round my neck

Closed in, closing the lid i’m closed in

Tighter, tighter fight for every breath

Fast forward, step backwards

Fast forward, step backwards

Helpless, so sick of feeling helpless

Hopeless, helpless, pointless fucking mess

Bastards, tied up in knots by bastards

Struggling fly caught in spider’s web

Nothing, nothing you’re less then nothing

Less and less until there’s nothing left

Rat race, gotta get into the rat race

Give it up, accept your worthlessness

Fast forward, fast forward, fast forward