The walls are starting to close in They're moving forward and back again So I try to adjust my eyes but they are fixated I push and try to wake my friends This panic's got me feeling the bends And the artwork's starting to move And so is the room And I'm high as a kite I'm talking to myself Sold that I'm stuck in this hell I've got a yellow zebra talking to me It's got advice for how I should be It's a canvas painting I bought It's found a voice I know tomorrow I'll be sore My brain unable to explore It's the debt I'll owe to the chemicals I'll just stay in And I'm high as a kite I'm talking to myself Sold that I'm stuck in this hell I'm doing my best to hold myself together It's starting to wear off, I'm coming back to earth again I'm doing my best to hold myself together It's starting to wear off, I'm coming back to earth again The walls are starting to close in And I'm high as a kite I'm talking to myself Sold that I'm stuck in this hell And I'm high as a kite I'm talking to myself Sold that I'm stuck in this hell