Claustrophobia. The walls are slowly closing in. This town has a hold of us. The closet's heavy at my skin. Now my conscious is leaving. The words are for speaking. There's no one to speak them to. Claustrophobia. The walls are slowly closing in. Matchbox padlocks. In the shopping bag 'cross the parking lot. Small clouds leave mouth. See the shadow stretching till the light runs out. Take away all my fun. You know you can tie a noose around my tongue. You're mad at the wheel driving. My mind is drunk. The focus is gone. The focus is gone. Claustrophobia. The walls are slowly closing in. This town has a hold of us. The closet's heavy at my skin. Now my conscious is leaving. The words are for speaking. There's no one to speak them to. Claustrophobia. The walls are slowly closing in