confined
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who you talkin' to wit' that attitude
chicks lookin' 'atchu like you something different dude
actin' like they know it all when you've said nothing at all, rude
I feel the pressure of the walls of this box
pushing from each side, increasing, squeezing,
and as it gets tighter in here, the pressure builds
builds into an atmosphere chaotic enough for lightning
When i was born My mom wanted to name me Roxann,
MY dad would not allow her to due to the once popular song by the police
Confined
Enclosed
The Corridor becomes the world
Beyond the world
The Void unfurls
A whirl of faces and facades
Flashing frightening bright allure
Falling down to meet the gods
Creeping shadows once more ariseamong the shrieks of pain, their criesMingling with the symphony
