[Verse] End of the night, after Netflix vegetation. Clock shows midnight. Sleep calls quietly. Everyone is asleep except me. I'm still seeking. (Where is that path to the next reality?) [Break] [ARRANGEMENT: Ethereal textures] [Verse] My spirit craves more than this screenworld. Once, the walls didn't hold me. Now they do. I want to leave, but the box wants me inside. [Break] [ARRANGEMENT: Ethereal textures] [Chorus] The box wants to contain. Stay inside the lines! Creative people are tolerated if they can be controlled. Decide to deviate, the system will annihilate. [Break] [ARRANGEMENT: Ethereal textures] [Verse] There's only so much room for variation. If we push our nonconformity too far, The box will SLAM DOWN HARD and crush us. [Pause] (The Box SLAMSdown!) Break] [ARRANGEMENT: Ethereal textures] [Chorus] The BOX! THE BOX! (Get back in the box!) Limited possibilities, no room to wiggle. Unless you're free, you're stuck in the middle. [MIX IT ALL UP] [End - Broken Beats, slowing down until end]
