Lyrics Claustrophobia - Fyrce Muons

A fine field of diplomats
Has told me that I cannot leave myself
To do so would violate
The lessons upon which we build
A tenuous raise of self
I nothing but leaves on a prickly pear
So leaving my world you see
Is not just a reason of possibilities
A fine way to wallow there
Is not the same as a don mastodon
Contortions to follow there
As raised from the dead invade my room