This is a song about "The room closes in"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Better catch your chance before the window closes

I coulda been smoked out in the other room

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Then we kicked in my room

Won't run out anytime soon

Self made coming soon

Lets take this to the room

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

I saw you in the room jerkin' off

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room