Track byKristopher Carter
Gears grinding, ropes binding, coils winding for a super sap. Death Trap. Pistons panging, clamps-a-clanging, springs spranging, its the last laugh. Death Trap. (Spoken) No encore for you this time, Batman, and I'm afraid its closing night for my little birdie too. A shame, we could have made such sweet music. But now the world awaits my final number, and I shouldn't keep them. Acid steaming, blades gleaming, lasers beaming, final night cap. Death Trap. Bones crushing, flesh mushing, gore gushing, its a dirt nape. Death Trap. Death Trap. Death Traaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.