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...