Brian Eno
The Closet
I'm in a closet, and I can't breathe
Won't you just please release me?
I can't move, and my kidneys fail
Size of this room feels like jail
I can't talk, I can't enunciate
And I'm treated like Sharon Tate

Suburban wealth and middle class wellbeing
All it did was strip my feelings
Personality down the drain
After all, who needs a brain?
Take a bullet to my eyes
Blow them out and see if I die