I hear my muffled, soupy breath Lick my lips each fourth or fifth Swallow my spit It's amplified like through a cone Seems to echo through the dome Over my head The polyester lining scrapes Against my six-day stubbled face Trapping my groans I try and fail to twist my neck My arms and legs pinned to a rack Cracking my bones I went looking for heaven but I found space And it was great, it was great Back home they thought I'd vanished without a trace But I found space, I found space I'm peering out this tiny hole In a twenty gallon bowl Plastic and chrome And all the stars and dust I see Look no more real than on TV Let me go home Craning for a better view Over metal walls If I could return to you I would ditch it all