I am living outside the box
in a room with no doors and no locks
I fear no convention or misapprehension
I am living outside the box

I am pushing an envelope
down a slippery slidy slope
no stuffing will limit just what I put in it
I'm pushing the envelope

My emotions are heading south
a topical storm of the mouth
my rage is explosive, my sorrow corrosive
my emotions are heading south

I've cornered the market on pain
all my losses are posted as gains
whatever you suffer, my lot is tougher
I've cornered the market on pain

Go take all your conflicts offline
your woes are no concern of mine
I hate being in the web that you spin
go take all your conflicts offline

This song has gone over the top
now it's falling and soon it will stop
I fear it displays my poetic malaise
oh this song has gone over the top