"Spellbound" turns loss of agency into pleasure. The lyric starts with a voice from the cradle and moves quickly to the rule the song keeps proving: "You have no choice." Cradle bars, rag-doll footsteps, laughter through walls, toys going wrong, elders forgetting prayers: the images keep returning to childhood objects and household authority, then bend them until they become part of the spell.

That mismatch is the song's real argument. "Spellbound" and "We are entranced" do not describe a vague mood; they name a condition the arrangement has already imposed. By the final return around 2:56-3:07, the listener has been trained by the repeated route. The song means what it does: enchantment as motion, no choice as rhythm, menace carried fast enough to feel like release.