Sometimes it feels like you're stuck in a genre
In a rut, in a box, under a limiting sky
That sits atop you, unmoving on you shoulders
Threatening to rain on your soul

When you feel like you'll burst, you're classified
No one and nothing expects more of you
Than what you've already done
No way to rise up and keep on, but be crushed

And you're full to bursting under the pressure
Of a thousand Thoughts, Emotions, Ideas
That course through your veins and scream
In your soul, stuffing you to explosion, overflowing

Needing release, to burst, to escape the prison of you
But there's no way out, you can only reach
What you have done, what you have already done
No way to rise up and keep going
Because you're classified