I can get Claustrophobe
From a single diode
Winking at my eye
What's my reason why?
The world points its finger
It's horns; it's stinger
I've tripped a switch
The neurons now twitch
My life is a book
They all want to look
And rip out my pages
And stomp them in rages
The world is too close
And it has a loud voice
So just let me hide
In my closet, inside
Don't open that door:
I don't live here no more.
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