Look, let me be frank
I'd rather die than live in this fish tank
Please, help me get back

To where I was before this heart attack
I've figured out
The only route

Where I don't have to break my skin
Tell me, what is this place I'm in
Giving me claustrophobia

Why are these solids closing up?
Maybe I'm losing everything


So, it ends like this
I cannot breathe and I can taste abyss
Now, my face is white

I'm in and out, the walls are getting tight
Why not bring wine
Straight from the vine

You all must satisfy yourselves
Dying gets people overwhelmed
Letting your tears fall over me

Only disrupts my memory
I am but one small human being


Hell does not seem bad
We all might go, we all might get sent back
Then it will be clear

There is no earth, there is no atmosphere
If that is true
The rest of you

Are dying with me anyway
Maybe that's why I'm losing space
We're in an elevator earth

Cramming until our edges burst
Getting off at the seventh floor


Where then do I go? I never
even had any place before
If I'm so unimportant that an afterlife was reserved for me

What am I living for?