The walls are closing in
The ceiling's falling down
The air is growing thin
And noise is all around

Too much pressure from above
Too much pushing from behind
Throbbing organs, boiling blood
The gears of mental illness grind

Paranoia rots the brain
Slowly drives a man insane
Worries will remain confined
If there's no exit to your mind
Something in there will explode
Blow a fuse or lose control
If there isn't some way out
Beyond the hate and fear and doubt

Intimidating faces frown
Shout commands and reprimands
Six feet underneath the ground
If no-one meets with their demands

No-one will hear cries for help
Resisting only makes them mad
The faces fade, distort, and melt
You're not the worst they've ever had