We're claustrophobic,nCrushed up,nStifled,nClosed in.nCan't we keep the knife from cuttin' too deep!nnWe're strugglingnAnd stammering for things to make sense.nThose things, nThose things don't make no sense.nDon't make no sense.nnThe doors are alwaysnOPENnAlwaysnAnd always nCLOSEDnnSweepin' swiftly 'nnSnatchin' up the children!nNownThey're fed by the handnWeeping gently down. gently down...nnLiving like that...nShut up in a little glass box. nAfraid of the dark...nAt a LOSS of words. nSecond guessing myself.nnTo take the easy way out...nCan you steady the seasick?nThere's a height in every depth.nNow we're stuck in a Stinch.