Far, far away from the outside world,
Sunken so deep inside, my soul seems grilled.
Staring thousands of miles at my shallow ceiling,
Numb, lonely, empty: it’s a wonderful feeling.
My eyes feel miles inside my head,
Like deep, dark tunnels; to travel, I dread.
I like it here in my desolate, gloomy abode,
I’m gonna stay here for a while, to fear I must grab hold.
