Quorthon

Every day it's all the same no matter how i turn or twist my brain
I toss my body and scratch my f*ckin' mind
I bend and duck but i bounce 'gainst things all time

I'm left in this box i'm firmly and all stuck
I'm neatly tied and shelved i'm choked contained withheld

Outta space i'm growing outta space
I think i'm goin' crazy
Outta space i'm growing outta space
It's driving me crazy
Outta space i'm growing outta space
I think i'm goin' crazy
Outta space i'm growing outta space
I think i'm goin' out of my mind

I open my eyes wide to see some light
I take a breath and feel my box too tight
No matter how i press and push all day
That f*ckin' lid of mine won't give away

I'm left in this box...

Outta space...