Claustrophobic Life

I lie down on the ground I can hear no more sound The sky seems closer I just need to see better I make an effort to stretch my hand I can touch clouds soft as sand They say I'm guilty for not being happy And that all I need is therapy But there is no cure for me to heal I feel for something not real I followed their birdcalls Now I'm trapped within invisible walls What's in a claustrophobic life Make me colourblind And I shall enjoy this halflife Maybe some sleep I shall find The world is my lovely prison Someone is calling from the outside Or is it from the inside Anyway I like the taste of this slow poison The world made me a slave Telling me how to behave I accept being a slave And freedom I shall not crave The world put me in a cage Waiting for me to come of age I do not have enough courage To fly away from my birdcage What's in a claustrophobic life Sing me a beautiful aria And I shall enjoy this nonlife Let me embrace my beloved insomnia The missing quatrain: I hate this feeling of incompleteness I feel powerless and everything smells of madness Hello my charming suicide bride I can’t breathe… Will you help me with some cyanide